I woke up in my arch-rival’s bed.
His clothes were in disarray, his body was covered in red marks, and his eyes were clouded with the lingering haze of intimacy.
Shocked and enraged, I pointed at him and yelled, “Traitorous Chancellor, how dare you defile me-”
“This Chancellor has fulfilled every custom from the three letters to the six rites. Why would I not dare?” he countered calmly.
“Nonsense!” My eyes widened. “When did I ever marry you?”
“Not long ago,” he said, his long eyes narrowing as he looked at me, “while you were suffering from amnesia.”
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