An Zhixiao

Fengyu loved gold, silver, and jewels more than anything. Her greatest dream was to eat, drink, and enjoy life as a salted fish. Her fiancé was the third-ranked scholar in the imperial exams, handsome as the legendary Pan An. Her salted fish life was perfectly complete.

Her husband was poor? No problem, she was rich!

But who would have thought that the winds of fate would shift, causing her soul to transmigrate into the body of Xie Xun, a dashing and rebellious young marquis, even making him lose a leg due to her. To survive on the battlefield, the salted fish had to turn over and rise, learning horseback riding, archery, and military strategy. The young marquis, bearing her face, caused chaos everywhere. Her fiancé, deeming her wild and foolish, broke off their engagement.

She got engaged, and he reneged. She made money, and he squandered it. Her mountains of gold and silver were all emptied by him, and the two became locked in a love-hate relationship. Gradually, the plot started to go off the rails.

The ex-fiancé, after breaking off the engagement, regretted it and confessed his deep love.

Fengyu: I've already fallen for someone else.

A scheming girl at the archery range tried to kill her, only for Fengyu to stab herself instead.

Fengyu: What to do now? It looks like you've committed murder.

Her parents, who had defended the borders for decades, returned home only to say, "Daughter, go follow the young marquis and start a rebellion!"

How did the originally carefree salted fish storyline turn into one of a villain rising?

In the end…

Raising a husband turned out to be a money pit, but the husband was certainly worth it!

A sickly schemer hiding their true nature (Fengyu) vs. A dashing but cunning strategist (Xie Xun)


Rejected Beauty Practices the Villain Play

He looked like he was going to explode, stretched to the brink. He grabbed his cloak and draped it over his waist and abdomen, keeping his gaze steady, taking deep breaths to suppress the wildfire-like desire raging within.


"Stop blowing air. Apply the medicine!" Xie Xun's tone was fierce. "I'm cold."


Fengyu was taken aback by the outburst. She sprinkled medicine powder onto his wound, wrapped it with clean cloth strips, her movements practiced and skillful. Xie Xun closed his eyes, enduring the wave of unspeakable sensations. Fengyu reached for his cloak, but Xie Xun opened his eyes and pressed down on her hand. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he asked warily, "What are you doing?"


"The medicine has been applied. Aren't you cold?" Fengyu thought the young lord was truly unpredictable. If he felt cold, then why not put his clothes on? Why was he still holding them?


Chapter 125: The Corrupt Merchant