My Gentle and Pure Sect Leader Husband

Yan Hongyin saved a man.

Although he was kind-hearted, he was frail and often coughed up blood.

But Yan Hongyin didn’t mind.

She lacked nothing – status, martial arts, or wealth.

All she required of her husband was that he be good-looking, harmless, and not one of those martial artists that cause trouble on weekdays.

He didn’t need to study hard for the imperial examinations or become a high-ranking official; she’d seen enough of those stuffy civil officials in the court.

Ah Yu was perfect just as he was.

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Sect Leader Yu was saved by a gentle and delicate pharmacist.

His rescuer was a fascinating woman: beautiful, skilled in medicine, but without martial arts prowess. The renowned heroes admired by ordinary people were, in her eyes, nothing but troublemaking hypocrites and villains.

Initially, he stayed only to recover from his injuries, but later he discovered that his wife seemed to have many unusual and numerous little secrets. For example, the hidden passages in their room, the poisonous carp in the pond, and the countless hidden weapons on her person…

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Later.

Two groups of men in black arrived outside the thatched hut in the suburbs of the capital.

Commander Yan, observing the group trying to capture the Loucha Sect leader’s weakness, pondered for a moment, then put away her hidden blade.

-Maintain a gentle and virtuous demeanor.

Sect Leader Yu, watching the group attempting to seize the Jinyiwei commander’s weakness, fell silent for a moment, clutching his chest and coughing.

-Appear frail and refined.