Shen Yuan slipped into an ancient book and became a cannon fodder concubine who couldn't survive more than three chapters.
Her aunt asked her to marry the prince who was marrying her wife? She goes. Anyway, the palace has a separate courtyard, and the monthly schedule is the same, so there is no need to adjust the time at dawn and dusk, which is a hundred times better than being a doormat in Shen's mansion.
On the night of the wedding, Shen Yuan took the initiative to show his cards: "The fortune teller said that I am the wife of a man." The prince in the wheelchair did not even raise his eyelids: "What a coincidence, I am the king of the wife. Why not take a gamble? Whoever dies first is the dog."
Shen Yuan rolled up her sleeves: "Come here!"
I thought I was marrying into a tiger's den, but I found out that the palace was extremely poor, with less than ten servants in total. It doesn't matter, she, Shen Yuan, was an expert at a barbecue stall in her previous life - skewering leeks, burning them over charcoal, and removing the prince's stomach first!
But she gradually discovered that something was wrong: the prince could stand up and walk in the middle of the night, and even ate the snacks she had hidden; everyone in the court said he was a useless person, but he secretly controlled the business lifeline of most of the capital; what was even more outrageous was that his first three princesses were not dead at all, and they all opened branches for him in other places...
Shen Yuan looked at the book of He Li in his hand, which read on the back: "When you earn another hundred thousand taels, I will marry you back in a sedan chair."
She gritted her teeth: "Xiao Yan, you are a real dog."
