When I was dressed as the most unlucky wedding maid in Duke Jingguo's palace, I only had half a piece of moldy cake in my hand. Looking at the stunning husband Xie Heng who was coughing up blood on the hospital bed, I took out my hidden chili noodles - I should use an iron pot to catch this wealth! Later, he crushed the enemy's throat bone with his thin hand and was tenderly tying my apron. "Madam," his pale lips brushed against the tip of my ear, "Today's poison... Is it okay if I put it on Maoxuewangli?"
