I can bear it if I travel through time and become a son-in-law. I couldn't stand being scolded as a "bastard" by Bingshan's top academic wife every day.
She said that my poems were copied, my paintings were copied, and my chess skills were not as good as those of a three-year-old child.
Okay, I'm showing off my cards, I won't pretend anymore!
When I casually write a poem to impress the emperor, a painting attracts a scramble for tens of thousands of gold, a game of chess determines the layout of the court...
The whole world is crazy about me, but she, my cold wife who once despised me, is blocking the door with red eyes and a trembling voice: "Husband, I was wrong. Can we... Can we go back?"
