Shen Fenghuo was born in the countryside, but she was eventually found and reclaimed by the family of an Editorial Assistant, only to be married off as a substitute bride to Lu Jin, the Assistant Minister of the Dali Temple.

Lu Jin was a brilliant and elegant gentleman, renowned throughout Chang’an, and the top-ranking Zhuangyuan Lang of the fourth year of Xianheng.

However, on their wedding night, he left her with a brief remark about being busy with cases and never returned to their room.

The next day, a new little chef with extraordinary skills suddenly arrived at the kitchen of the Dali Temple.

The food at the Dali Temple kitchen had always been more of a headache than the criminal cases themselves.

But since the new little chef took over, the Steamed Preserved Meats were perfectly oily and savory, and the Fish Fillets in Rice Wine Sauce were silky, tender, and fragrant. Whenever mealtime approached, the aroma of cooking oil would waft through the air.

An old Recorder mixed rice with fermented bean curd braised pork and polished off four bowls straight. Others had to stop him: “You can’t eat any more!”

A certain Chief Clerk, after gnawing on a salt-baked chicken leg, frantically wrote ten pages of praise: “This is the food that the Wenqu Star dips his brush in!”

Shen Fenghuo lived a flourishing life there, saving up her silver and playing with the cats and dogs.

It was only her husband-in-name-only who was extremely strange.

By day, he was the gentle and jade-like Assistant Minister. He would help the little chef up if she tripped: “Be careful, Lady Shen.”

By night, he was like a Yama from the underworld, gripping her chin as he interrogated her: “Who sent you to the Dali Temple? Speak!”

Shen Fenghuo, clutching her soup ladle, wanted to cry but had no tears. What kind of fancy interrogation technique was this?

Lu Jin had a secret: there was another person living inside his body.

That person had a completely different personality from his own. With sunrise and sunset as the boundaries, they took turns occupying the body.

He knew that the new little chef at the Dali Temple was his new bride. She was clear-eyed, bright, intelligent, and lovely.

He was infatuated.

However…

One day, a colleague would ask him how old the little chef was; the next, a scholar from the alley would blush as he gifted her a flower hairpin.

She even gave him a beaming smile: “My Lord, when are we getting a divorce?”

Heh.

She was their lawfully wedded wife.

The Assistant Minister, who spent his days brewing “sour vinegar” (jealousy), stayed up all night and reached an agreement with “that other guy.”

First, defend against external thieves; then, settle the internal strife.

Seemingly Gentle but Manipulative vs. Arrogant and Bright vs. Cold but Passionate

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