I, General Zhenguo, was killed by a close friend.
When she opened her eyes again, she turned out to be the lovely wife of her arch-enemy Zhen Beihou.
My enemy became my "husband".
OK, very good. While I wrote down the military tactics I created in my previous life on his palm to help him advance step by step, I also used my method of leading troops to send all the aunts who were fighting in the house to dig coal in the frontier.
I'm waiting to see him flourish, and then I'll crush him under my feet.
But why is the way he looks at me getting more and more wrong?
Until I prepared three glasses of wine and had a showdown with him.
But he struggled to hold my hand, with overwhelming emotion in his eyes: "I owed you the last life... But I have prepared this cup of Hexin wine for you for two whole lives."
——Husband, your vest seems to be more expensive than mine?
