Synopsis
The original bride hanged herself on their wedding night. The husband is sickly and barely holding together. The concubine is lurking around waiting for her chance. This is what Shu Huan walked into after time-travelling to ancient times. "Men and women shouldn't be touching each other. What you're doing isn't proper." "Humph. You're already my wife. You still care about that?" "Ah, second young master, you haven't even recovered yet. I'm saying this for your sake." "Doesn't matter. This young master has no interest in a body like a bean sprout anyway." So they sleep with a wall of pillows…
