One day, Xie Jianjun transmigrated into the Xie family’s little fool, a boy despised by everyone in Fushui Village. He opened his eyes to a ramshackle thatched hut so dilapidated that the wall plaster was rustling down in flakes, and in the corner were two pitiful figures, one older and one younger, clutching tightly at their hems and trembling.

His heart blazed red-hot, and his mind spun in a daze.

He could not carry anything on his shoulders, could not lift anything with his hands, and his pockets were so empty they jingled. After counting everything up, the only thing he had going for him was that his brain still worked a little. To gain a foothold in this era, and to support his own fulang and younger brother, Xie Jianjun had no choice but to pick up his books and return to the imperial examinations.

Everyone in the village said that the illiterate fool from the Xie family actually wanted to pass the xiucai examination. It was nothing but wishful thinking.

Later, Xie Jianjun wore a winged black gauze official hat on his head and a crimson gauze robe over his body. He rode through the streets in triumph, won glory in the examinations, and found his road to the clouds.

The villagers then said that now that Xie Jianjun had become a high official, he would definitely divorce that unpresentable little stammering fulang of his.

Later, the refined and virtuous Lord Xie led the townspeople in repairing river embankments, building dams, raising high-yield grain, and establishing schools. The one who stayed by his side through years of mutual support was the little fulang he held at the very tip of his heart—Mu Yunhu.

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After his parents sent him off with three taels of silver to marry the Xie family’s fool, Yunhu had thought there was no longer any hope left in his life.

But he had never expected that his “husband” would be such a kindhearted person, gentle in temperament and exceptionally good to him.

When they kept vigil, he draped a garment over him.

When they set up a stall, he bought him candied hawthorns.

On winter nights, when the bedding was as cold as shards of ice, he even filled a bed warmer for him.

Yunhu was filled with joy. This “husband” of his truly was such a good man!

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