Plum Crown: the Traitorous Empress Falls in Love

[Little sand sculpture heroine + pure love + time travel + misunderstanding is only for a moment, Tianshui HE is for life] You, Wei Dao, at a young age relied on your outstanding military exploits and high status to serve as the prime minister and the general of the country. When the late emperor was critically ill and the East Palace had no owner, you promoted the rootless Princess Yuehua to the throne. According to the imperial edict of the late emperor, the new emperor will be married to you as a princess and you will be permanently residing in the Duke's Mansion. Later, he was established as the new emperor, and he was responsible for the Duke of Wei. Just when the courtiers were discussing what kind of ecstasy soup you poured into the late emperor, and were sad that the new emperor was about to ascend the throne, but he had to live with his ministers with the dignity of ninety-five, things went beyond expectations: "Prime Minister, how can your Majesty, who has a body of millions of dollars, do the menial work of keeping accounts in the house!" "I understand, Fifth Uncle. His Majesty is newly married and proud. It is impossible for him to ask for money. I just want to give him a reason to draw money from the treasury for consumption." "But Mr. Xiang, Your Majesty has not slept for two days, just to collect money to help the hungry people!" "Huh?" —— "Prime Minister, Your Majesty has been visiting the kitchen every day these past two days, and has even become concerned about the Prime Minister's meals." "Well, although I don't think Ah Yue will poison me, I would like Uncle Wu to keep an eye on her. If it's just a prank, then let her be." "No, Mr. Prime Minister, Your Majesty just told the cook, Mr. Prime Minister, that you like to eat oysters and leeks. He also left some very powerful recipes for the kitchen to cook in turn." "This..." —— "Prime Minister! It's not good, it's not good! Today, His Majesty was training hard on his waist and abdomen at the martial arts training ground in the mansion, and he kept shouting "Blow you to death, blow you to death!" "The old servant has already ordered the arsenal to be under martial law. Prime Minister, please advise Your Majesty not to do anything stupid!" "It seems like just let her explode. It never succeeded anyway..."