My First Husband After Transmigration

"The First Husband of a Transmigrated Man" by Shu Ke

Volume One: Why Look for Excuses? "Why" and "Excuses"

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I apologize for taking up your time:

Please don't be scared off by the first chapter. This is a romance novel, focusing on love. However, if you like the kind of story where a group of people shout "I love you, I love you" and are dying for each other, please proceed with caution. Hehe, because I have been trying to use the ingenious plots of fantasy and martial arts to create a new kind of time-travel romance novel. Of course, this process has had its successes and failures, so please bear with me.

My stories have never featured an all-powerful female lead, which has disappointed many readers. It's quite frustrating; I admire complex men, but I dislike complex women, and they even give me a headache. It's really strange, especially since I think it's incredibly difficult for a modern person to thrive in ancient times—I'm the kind of person who unfortunately starved to death after traveling back in time. :)

I would never do something like belittling another group of people to elevate one person.

I do not dislike opinions, but reading novels is mainly for entertainment, and a good atmosphere is essential. Morbid insults only reflect the difference in readers' levels. I hope to communicate calmly and peacefully.

Friends, thank you!

The plot and concept of this book are not borrowed from any novel. It is in the same series as "A Dream of Transmigration" and the adult fairy tale "Transmigration into Wuxia". All the terms for martial arts weapons in the book are purely fictional.

Since I wrote this purely for leisure, I did not advertise it on any forums or websites or do any promotion. If you like it, please feel free to recommend it to your friends. Thank you to every reader who supports this book!

Happy National Day!

Why bother? and the reason?

"Why bother finding excuses? We're not worried about cases big or small."

This is the most widely circulated saying in the martial arts world, government offices, and city streets over the past seven years. From the elderly to young children, almost everyone knows it. Because no matter how difficult the case, as long as this saying is uttered, it will surely be solved. Of course, such big cases are not many, at most one or two a year, but even those one or two cases are enough to make this saying famous throughout the land.

Recently, news has suddenly emerged from the martial arts world.

"Why bother making up excuses again!"

In the late autumn twilight, a cold rain drizzled, and a few withered leaves fell sparsely from the branches. The occasional cries of crows in the distance added to the autumn atmosphere, evoking countless feelings of homesickness and longing for home.

Nobody wants to go out in this awful weather.

The streets were deserted, a few lanterns swayed in the wind, and most doors were already closed. In this kind of weather, either a warm bed or a warm person is enough to make one yearn for it.

Of course, there are exceptions.

On the street, an elderly man with a pale face, carrying a load on a shoulder pole and shivering, and a child huddled in a corner. In the eyes of these impoverished people at the very bottom of society, struggling to make a living, the weather makes no difference—when you can't even afford to eat, do you still care about the weather?

There is one exception.

A man dressed in black was slowly walking towards them from a distance.

It was clearly an ordinary bodysuit, but when he wore it, it gave him an air of height and strength, making him appear even more sinister and dangerous.

Against the backdrop of his black attire and the dark sky, his handsome face appeared somewhat pale, and his slightly downturned nose added a touch of coldness. His eyes were deep and indifferent, fixed on the road ahead, as if nothing around him mattered. So when the door creaked open and a man, shaking his head, offered a bowl of rice to the poor child, he didn't even glance at it, slowly walking past them.

No one would overlook a man like that, especially one with a knife hanging from his waist.

The knife is in its sheath.

The black scabbard is quite ordinary and common, but just seeing it will make people shudder involuntarily, because it is the cold and murderous aura that only a sword that has drunk blood and fought countless battles can possess.

Outside the city, there was a magnificent and luxurious manor.

He stopped a long way from the door, because two people were already standing there. He didn't say anything, but the two people turned around at the same time.

Both men were around his age, around twenty-five or twenty-six.

A figure stood with hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering in the wind, strikingly bright and making the surrounding gloomy and desolate scenery much more cheerful. His long eyebrows seemed to be lifted by the wind as well, flowing like ink paintings, and his pair of slender eyes sparkled with a wise and cheerful light, with a touch of playfulness, making people feel happy at first sight;

Another person wore a magnificent robe and a golden crown, yet it never appeared gaudy. Beneath their sword-like eyebrows were a pair of naturally noble phoenix eyes, exuding both approachability and majesty, gentleness and melancholy, and their smile was elegant and pure.

The man in black barely moved before he was in front of the two men.

The elegantly dressed young man couldn't help but exclaim, "Excellent skill!"

The young man in white only glanced at him a few times before revealing a very amused expression. He deliberately shook his head and sighed, "Brother Nangong, you don't know this, but once a person gets a government job, he may not be good at anything else, but he must practice his lightness skill diligently."

The elegantly dressed young man asked, puzzled, "What makes you say that?"

"There are too many fights. If I don't master light-body skills to escape, what if I can't win and end up getting beaten up?"

Upon hearing this, the elegantly dressed young man couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

The man in black wasn't angry. He just looked at the young man in white and said coldly, "I remember 'Curious Lazy Pig' is the best in the martial arts world in terms of lightness skill. Is it because he's been chased too many times?"

"I don't seem to have had many opportunities to escape."

"Of course, you're just running away from love."

"I never imagined that lightness skill could be so useful," the white-robed young man nodded seriously, then turned to the side with his hands behind his back. "Life is too short to be busy fighting for our lives. Why not enjoy ourselves while we can? Brother Nangong, what do you think?"

"While you two are busy running for your lives or running away from love, I'm much more at ease," the richly dressed young man said, suppressing a laugh. "Perhaps in our eyes, Brother He is busy risking his life, but he himself is enjoying it."

"Well said!" A look of appreciation appeared on the cold face, then the man in black turned to the young man in white, "Aren't you afraid of being crushed to death by a woman falling from the sky one day?"

After saying that, he walked straight in without waiting for an invitation.

The two were not surprised, as if they already knew his personality.

The young man in white murmured, "It seems that it's best to make friends with kind people; at least they won't jinx you."

The elegantly dressed young man smiled slightly: "Good people always seem to suffer misfortune; otherwis

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