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)


Beside the Shaling River, after a cursory wash, Xie Jue rubbed at the bite marks left on his neck—more than one. Fang Chuning had treated him like a beast marking its territory, seemingly eager to leave a trail of teeth marks across his entire body. Some had even drawn blood. His thighs, rubbed raw and swollen, could only find slight relief in the cold water of the Shaling River.


Fang Chuning sprawled nonchalantly to the side, making no attempt to cover his lithe and robust body. Moonlight poured over him, layering his figure in a luminous sheen. His entire being exuded a lazy satisfaction.


"Tingfeng, you always act like a stranger the moment you pull your pants back up."


"You're the one who dropped the act, not me," Fang Chuning scoffed softly. "I kind of miss our time in Beiman."


Chapter 509 - Chapter 491: Belonging to the Dog