Glaze

[Double secret love × Stomach disease × Chasing his wife in the crematorium | A general who appears to be robbing but in fact an inferiority complex × A noble girl who is cold and sober but gradually softens her heart | A sweet and sadistic game intertwined with court intrigues and belated love letters] In the fifth year of Yongzhao's reign, at the celebration banquet for the great victory at the border, Shen Ying, the daughter of the arch-rival prime minister, was stuffed into the blood-stained armor of the young general Pei Qin with a marriage decree. He is the sharpest knife in the eyes of the world. He killed a horse thief at the age of seven and shocked Mobei at the age of twenty-four. However, no one knew about the stomach disease that festered under the armor, nor did they know that he coughed up blood until dawn while rubbing twenty letters that had been lost in the sea. The half piece of poria cake handed to him by Shen Ying in the imperial garden had long since become a thorn that dug into his bones and blood. The ink mark of "Thirty-Six Strategies" on Shen Ying's sleeve stopped on the "Beauty Trap", and she looked coldly at the "executioner" full of evil spirits. She hated the overwhelming guilt in his eyes, like the dying canary in its youth, flapping its wings tenderly and desperately. During the thirty-day countdown to the wedding, the city of Chang'an turned into a new battlefield: Pei Qin deployed thousands of miles in the martial arts field, but was forced to retreat by her cup of cold tea; she was able to solve the nine links in the court, but could not solve the problem. When he was tying her hairpin, the temperature of the blade burned through his fingertips. The moment the emergency report from Mobei crashed into the night, Shen Ying shook out the truth from the blood-stained battle report - the letters sent from the border in those years had long been pushed into the brazier in the royal study by her father. The smoke rose again, and the silver armor rustled in the courtyard. She grabbed the tiger charm left by Pei Qin, and finally tore off this man's most perfect disguise: he forged his love into armor, and his inferiority into a sharp blade, but she didn't know that the more flawless the glazed coat became, the more it was covered in hot blood and scabs.