In the year when the flames of war swept across Peiping, everyone knew that Marshal Lu was ruthless and decisive in killing.
Jiang Yuan, who returned from studying abroad, was forced to marry, but she escaped from the marriage overnight but was captured by his men.
Lu Zhenyao put the muzzle of his gun against her chin and chuckled: "Madam, in these war-torn times, nowhere is safe except around me."
She bit her lip and pretended to obey, but secretly she stole his secrets, ruined his marriage, and blew up his arsenal.
Until one day when she was stealing documents, she was suddenly trapped in his arms.
The man caressed her little hand that had stolen information, and said in a sweet voice, "Have you had enough trouble?"
"If you still haven't calmed down, why not steal my heart?"
Jiang Yuan pulled off the wedding veil that had been covered for a day, and threw the heavy phoenix crown inlaid with pearl agate onto the wedding bed covered with a red mandarin duck quilt, making a muffled "thunk" sound. The candlelight jumped, illuminating her clear eyes. There was no shyness or joy that a newly married woman should have, only a layer of uncontrollable anxiety and determination.
She stayed abroad for three years, not just to come back and marry a warlord leader to be a caged bird, especially for a living king like Lu Zhenyao who had the reputation of being able to stop children from crying at night.
What Lu Zhenyao needed was never the roses in the greenhouse or the canary in the birdcage, but the sharp blade of the scepter, someone he could safely entrust Jiangbei to when he was bedridden.
