Song Yan and the fifth son of the Wei family were fond of each other, their families well-matched, and under the hopeful gaze of their elders, they were betrothed. That bright, cheerful youth was the lover she had dreamed of in her sleep. Yet as the wedding approached, calamity struck. Song Yan still married into the Wei family, but her groom was not her beloved fifth son—it was Wei Qi, the head of the Wei household and the legitimate elder brother of her former fiancé. He held a lofty position, stern and reserved, a full twelve years her senior, widowed early and never remarried. On their wedding night, Song Yan forced herself to remain numb, resigned to her fate. He looked at her and spoke gently, “This misfortune is my younger brother’s fault, and the Wei family’s as well. It has wronged you. Rest assured, I seldom spend time in the back courtyard and will not restrict you. There is no need for you to fear me.” Song Yan felt a measure of relief, thinking that though she had lost love, perhaps she and her husband could treat each other with courtesy and respect. Later, she realized how mistaken she had been. This man was neither gentle nor magnanimous; his favorite pastime was meddling in her affairs and nursing bitter jealousy. Even her mere smile at the fifth son’s children would provoke his silent sulking! 1v1 happy ending, age-gap marriage, twelve-year difference, post-marriage story. ————— Upcoming: “My Ex-husband Is My Heart’s Bitter Grudge”—please add to your wishlist. Synopsis: After her second husband passed away, Yu Ying returned from the eastern capital of Luoyang to long-lost Chang’an, only to discover that her cursed first ex-husband Cheng Xianzhang had risen to the post of Deputy Censor-in-Chief, and was about to marry her arch-enemy’s younger sister. From now on, he would enjoy high office, wealth, and a beautiful wife—prosperity beyond measure. Heaven was unjust; how could such a worthless man be so lucky? Bitter and resentful, Yu Ying went everywhere denouncing Cheng Xianzhang for his poverty, his foolish filial piety, his innate cold-heartedness, and even his weak constitution—he could barely last three counts before finishing. Yu Ying was in no hurry to find a third husband; all she wanted was to ruin Cheng Xianzhang’s wedding in her lifetime, to soothe the hatred in her heart. Cheng Xianzhang thought his life was settled, resigned to fate. Yet her second husband died young, and she returned once more. Dramatic noblewoman vs. small-town academic “phoenix man,” 1v1 happy ending, both main characters are clean, no triggers, author not responsible for any heartbreak.
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It was nearing midnight, yet the Song household was still bustling with activity. The red silk decorations were not yet fully hung, the wedding pastries had to be set out in advance, jars of wine were being carried into the courtyard, and the maidservants beside Song Yan were busy arranging her dowry and preparing the wedding dress and jewelry for the following day.
Only Song Yan sat at the edge of her bed, gazing blankly at a carved wooden mandarin duck she had just taken out while tidying up.
The duck was exquisitely crafted—charming and vivid, its colors bright and lively. One half was with her, the other in someone else’s hands.
“Madam.” The voice of Qiu Yue came from outside. Knowing her mother had arrived, Song Yan quickly slipped the wooden duck into her sleeve.
Her mother, Lady Luo, soon entered and asked, “You’re to be married tomorrow and must rise early. Why are you still awake?”
Song Yan replied softly, “I can’t seem to fall asleep.”
“It’s just as well you’re not asleep. With all the busyness, I nearly forgot something.” Lady Luo sat beside her and handed her a picture album.
When Song Yan saw what it was, a flush crept up her cheeks. She bit her lip and turned her face away, embarrassed.
Her mother coaxed her gently, “Don’t be shy. These are things you ought to know. Besides… your husband is a man of high rank, always serious and dignified. Once you’re there, you mustn’t be willful or childish. You must be sensible and gentle—even on your wedding night, you must be considerate and attentive.”<