On the wedding night, my scalpel was pressed against the young marshal's throat. "Either we don't bother each other, or we die together." He chuckled, took away the sharp blade, and handed over a piece of secret agreement: "Madam, don't you want to know your father's secret?" Later, I blocked the bullet for him, and during the anesthesia I felt someone trembling and kissing my wound: "Don't be soft-hearted to me, I... Don't know how to repay evil with kindness." On the day when the gauze was removed, he personally put on a cheongsam for me, but he felt something cold and hard on his waist - The scalpel he gave me back then is quietly hidden in my personal secret pocket.
