On the day of the wedding, my husband's family didn't prepare any wedding clothes for me, but just gave me a mourning clothes.
They said, anyway, my husband will die tonight, so I won't have to change it tomorrow.
In the bridal chamber, my "dying" husband's face was blue and purple, and his breath was wandering. The mothers-in-law and sisters-in-law gathered around the bed had already begun to discuss how to divide the family property. Their eyes were scratching on me like knives, just waiting for me to become a housekeeper who could be dismissed at will.
I lowered my head, looked at the cup in my hand that should have been a cup of combined wine, but was replaced with a cup of water, and smiled.
They don't know that although my father is a failed businessman, the three generations of the Su family are world-famous tea saints.
The noble girls of other aristocratic families smell incense and taste the harp, but since I was a child, I have smelled the herbs and tasted the ten thousand teas.
I walked to the bed with the water glass, put it to his lips and smelled it.
It's not a disease, it's a poison.
Moreover, it is a strange poison that is recorded in my Su Family Tea Book and can be detoxified by three kinds of tea leaves that interact with each other.
The mother-in-law screamed: "What do you want to do, you loser? Stay away from my son!"
I ignored her, turned around and said to the shivering maid: "Go, get me tangerine peel, white tea, and honeysuckle, hurry up!"
They were all waiting to see me become a widow, but they didn't expect that after tonight, this dying general, the God of War, would become my, Su Wanying's, strongest supporter.
And I will stir up the whole capital with a cup of tea.
