I married a step-in-law.
He was incredibly beautiful, but his body was too weak and he would fall over when the wind blew. His eyes would turn red from fear if he spoke louder.
As compensation, I, the unpopular emperor, was assigned a palace that, although remote, was big enough and quiet enough, suitable for the two of us to spend time together.
I thought that our life would consist of you painting my eyebrows and me feeding you cakes, and together we would be transparent people who have nothing to do with the world.
Until that day at the palace banquet, the arrogant and domineering concubine threw a glass of wine in my face and forced me to kneel down.
I was trying to figure out whether the [Vajra Indestructible Talisman] I got from taking a nap would be more useful, or whether the [Bad Luck Sticker] I got from having afternoon tea would be more useful.
My weak husband stood tremblingly in front of me, picked up a piece of broken porcelain, and cut the imperial concubine's face as fast as lightning.
Amidst everyone's frightened screams, he turned around, holding my hand with red eyes, his voice was crying, and he was extremely wronged:
"Madam, she bullied me and my hands hurt."
I looked at his uninjured hand with clear joints hidden in his sleeve, and the bone-deep wound on the imperial concubine's face, and silently stuffed back the [Ten-fold Rebound Talisman] I was about to take out.
Okay, it seems that my salted fish system is still too kind compared to his.
