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[Extreme salted fish cooked to perfection x The most powerful person in the world] [Double cleansing sweet fried] [Lying to win a cool article] Shen Qingyue, the social bastard who died from exhaustion, transformed into the most noble lady in the capital who died of exhaustion in the "perfect" persona. After reviving her life, she decided to show off: playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting? Won't! Say hello to me early? Don't do it! Banquet entertainment? Farewell! Life creed: lying down is justice! In the corner of the palace banquet, she was sleeping soundly and drooling, but she was stared at by Xiao Che, the cold-faced and powerful regent. This "living king of hell", who is not a womanizer, actually finds this imageless little salted fish... Particularly refreshing and interesting? From then on, her salty fish life began to unravel: The lady is mocking? Before she could speak, the regent said softly, and the other family left Beijing overnight. Forced to open? She played a lullaby perfunctorily, and the Prince Regent said: "Wonderful, reward me!" Top feeding? The tributes of lychees and Yuchu hot pot are endless, "I can't finish them all, here they are for you." Exclusive privilege? With the Black Iron Token in hand, the top level courtyard becomes her nap sanctuary! The court underwent tremendous changes, and all parties fought bloody battles. The anxious Xiao Che came to her to "charge his batteries", but he heard her chewing grapes and complaining: "Let them share the money together, and whoever makes trouble will kick him!" A word that wakes up those in power! The crisis was over, and Prince Regent Luan Jia arrived at the Marquis Mansion: "I will marry you." Shen Qingyue was furious: "Marrying is exhausting! I won't do it!" Xiao Che leaned over, his eyes full of exclusive indulgence: "You are the only one in the palace, and I am responsible for everything. Rules? I am the rule." Xianyu looked at the upgraded version of the paradise and hooked his little finger: "... Deal!" Later, everyone in the capital knew that the regent, who turned his hands like clouds and rain, wanted nothing more than to raise the little salted fish in his palm so that she could sleep soundly and worry-free for the rest of her life.