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Flash Marriage: Married To The Sour-faced General

Mei Deng has always tried to lead a model life as a doctor, all because he promised his childhood love he would take care of others, as she did him. Sadly, his life ended far too soon at an early age, leaving him unable to keep his promise. The heavens grant him another chance, as the unscrupulous son of a minister, known for inducing turmoil. Now living as Yu Xiaoguang, he wishes to use his modern medical skills to help save lives and keep his promise, all while rebuilding the reputation of the Yu family. *Excerpt* "Father has passed?. Did he leave me a huge inheritance by any chance?." "No. He left behind his debts." "Aish!. Who does he owe?." "Five other ministers in the capital and the great Wang general." "You sly dog!. How shall we pay the great general?." "Yu Daiyu is to be wedded to his son." "My sister is getting married?. At least that fixes that." "Brother Xiaoguang, lady Daiyu was sighted fleeing the capital with her lover!!!." "Whaaat!. Who shall marry the general's son?!." "......" "When is the wedding?." "Tomorrow, the cart shall come fetch her in the morning." It was, till the next morning, that Yu Xiaoguang found himself, wearing the wedding dress, a red veil over his head, in a wedding procession headed staright for the general's residence. "What is the general's son like?." "Unforgiving, intolerant rumours has it, he has a sour face!." Read through the complicated lives of a modern day physician and a sour-faced general. -Exhibition Arc: 46-155 *********** Author: Anyone interested in joining the novel's discord server? there's the link! https://discord.gg/VzbVtHdN For every fifty new members I'll release five new chapters the following day!

Riceballs_25 · LGBT+
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500 Chs

More Than Ready To Wreck Havoc

*Some moments before*

Stepping into the room, the Empress could not help but notice the state of it's exterior. It had floral patterned curtains draped over the window, two white tea cups and a green dragon printed teapot. Sitting next to it, was a plate of freshly baked cakes with steam spiraling out of it. On the bed, she counted two thick blankets meant to shoulder the cold, which in reality defeated the entire purpose of being in the cold palace.

"The state of this room is just as lavishing as some of the lower consorts bedrooms. Isn't this too much for a dethroned consort?" The Empress asked not mincing words.

Gently descending the window, consort Xínyí tossed the book in hand on the nearest chair and pinched her chin. "Dethroned? Isn't that too presumptuous of the Empress?"