When the poisonous wine entered her throat, Zhao Lingxi looked at her concubine Zhao Yurou holding her fiancée, and laughed so hard: "Sister, your throne and your consort are all mine!" Before she died, only the sickly consort Shen Jinghan, who she had despised for three years, stood in front of her, his white shirt stained with blood: "Xier, don't be afraid..." When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the age of fifteen and the eve of her haircut ceremony. This time, she tore the white lotus concubine with her hands, kicked her scumbag fiancé, turned around and threw herself into Shen Jinghan's arms, saying sweetly: "Consort, I will protect you from now on!" Shen Jinghan coughed up blood, but a dark light flashed in his eyes: "Okay, my princess." At first, everyone laughed: The concubine refused to marry a general who was both civil and military, but insisted on clinging to the sick consort! Later - watching the "sick man" crush the assassin's throat with one hand, and then turned to his princess with a gentle smile, everyone said: "..." It smells so good! One night, Zhao Lingxi touched Shen Jinghan's tight waist and asked doubtfully: "Are you pretending to be sick?" Shen Jinghan pressed her against the couch, his voice low and dangerous: "In order to make the princess feel bad, there is no harm in pretending for the rest of your life."
