The day Li Lezhi was brought back to the Chancellor's residence, the whole capital craned its necks, eager to see the foolish girl make a fool of herself.
But instead, word spread that she'd knocked over her sniveling, delicate cousin with her left hand and kicked away the aunt who'd tried to drug her father with an aphrodisiac with her right foot.
Even the heir to the Duke of Dingguo, whose very name struck terror into people's hearts, was kicked to the ground by her.
Everyone was stunned. Had the fool gone mad?
The emperor, however, smiled and arranged a marriage between the two notorious troublemakers.
Rubbing the bruised corner of his mouth where Li Lezhi had hit him, the heir sneered. “Marry a shrew?”
On their wedding night, beneath the bright red candles, the bride had barely lifted her veil with the ceremonial scale before she spun around and tied him up in the wedding quilt. “Husband, time to settle accounts.”
Everyone was stunned. How had the fool's temperament changed so completely?
