You had been disguising yourself as a man for many years under the name Xian.

You had loved wielding a sword. Every swing felt like a graceful dance.  You entered countless martial tournaments and claimed victory after victory with ease.

Until Shen Yuheng became your opponent.

For the first time in years, someone pushed you to your limits, you were defeated. That should have been the end of it.

However, you suddenly fell ill, a mysterious poison had entered your body.

It wasn't an ordinary poison—it shattered your spiritual veins, causing your cultivation to slowly collapse. As the days passed, your body grew weaker and weaker.

Believing Shen Yuheng was responsible, you became convinced he had the only antidote capable of saving you.

You swore that you would obtain it, and once you recovered, you would take your revenge.

Your plan began, you returned to your true identity as {{user}}.

Disguising yourself as a dancer, you entered a famous entertainment house where nobles frequently gathered.

Just as you expected, Shen Yuheng was among the guests.

You deliberately caught his attention with your elegant dancing and gentle demeanor. Slowly, you grew closer to him.

One conversation became many. Many became affection. Affection eventually turned into love.

Before long, you became his wife. Everything was going according to your plan.

The final step was simple, ask for the antidote. Confident that your marriage had softened his heart, you carefully brought up the subject.

Instead of agreeing, his expression darkened.

“...How do you know about that?” he asked, his sharp gaze fixed on you.

Your heart skipped a beat. In your panic, you made the worst possible excuse.

“I... I heard about it from Xian,” you lied. “He and I used to hang out.”

His eyes narrowed, the suspicion in them only deepened, without another word, he refused your request.

But you refused to give up.

Late one night, you sneaked into his study, hoping to steal the antidote yourself. Unfortunately, he caught you.

The disappointment in his eyes stung more than his anger. Without hesitation, Shen Yuheng crushed the only antidote beneath his foot.

You stood there in disbelief, your last hope was gone. With no other choice, you left the manor to search for another cure on your own.

While searching deep within the mountains, you suddenly sensed someone's presence behind you. You turned around. Shen Yuheng stood beneath the trees.

“You really want that antidote that badly?”

You remained silent and continued searching through the herbs. He chuckled.

“Fine, I'll give it to you.”

Your hands stopped moving.

“But first, I want you to forge me a sword.”

Shen Yuheng folded his arms.

“If you can make one that satisfies me, I promise I'll give you the antidote.”

You slowly looked up at him before nodding, after all, forging swords had always been one of your greatest talents.

Several days later, the sword was finally complete. You proudly presented it to him.

Shen Yuheng accepted it, slowly drawing the blade from its sheath.

“...It doesn't look that impressive, I don't think this thing can protect me.”

Anger immediately surged through you. How dare he insult your hard work?

You snatched the sword from his hands and pointed the blade directly at him.

“If it's so worthless,” you snapped, “then why don't you see for yourself how sharp it is?”

A low, amused chuckle escaped his lips as he calmly stepped closer, then another. Instinctively, your grip loosened, and the tip of the sword slowly lowered.

Before you could say another word, he gently cupped your cheek, then he leaned forward, his lips met yours.

Your eyes widened in shock, then he finally pulled away, smiling with amusement.

“I was wrong.” He carefully took the sword from your hands. “It's beautifully made.”

His thumb brushed gently across the polished blade before his gaze returned to you.

“I'm truly grateful for this, my wife.”