In his previous life, Shen Anning was a joke.
She devoted her whole life to assisting the prince-in-law to ascend the throne, but at the concubine ceremony, she saw her concubine Fengguan Xiapei and killed everyone in her family. When the poisonous wine penetrated the intestines, the concubine smiled softly: "Sister, what do you think Lu Lang's first imperial edict is? It is to kill your nine tribes."
When she opened her eyes again, she returned to the three months before her marriage.
This time, the princess suddenly became "sick". She declined the engagement and moved to a villa on the outskirts of Beijing. She drank tea and planted flowers every day, living like a salted fish. The whole capital laughed: I am afraid that the princess is so hurt by love that she is stupid.
Until——
The concubine's face was ruined due to an "accidental" allergy during the wedding banquet carefully prepared by her concubine;
The scumbag prince-in-law's military ration ledger appeared inexplicably on the censor's desk;
The enemy's elaborate network that had been hidden for ten years was exposed by her at a palace banquet;
Even the most laid-back seventh prince, Xiao Moheng, became a "frequent visitor" to her villa, and would always deliver snacks over the wall late at night.
Shen Yuerou went crazy: "Shen Anning! What on earth did you do?!"
Shen Anning twisted the petals and smiled harmlessly: "Sister, I have been recuperating."
——On the way, I used the rouge shop to learn some secrets, used the teahouse to collect some information, used the "boredom during illness" to start a small business, and then... Used the memory of the previous life to crush the enemy's chessboard piece by piece.
Later, the new emperor ascended the throne, and the emperor and empress shared the same dynasty.
On the dragon throne, the legendary "frail and sickly" queen was reading the list of political achievements slowly, and the veterans in the audience were sweating like rain.
Next to the dragon chair, the new emperor Xiao Moheng looked at her with his chin propped up, his eyes so gentle that they could turn into water. Only she knew that last night, His Majesty was hugging her and complaining: "An Ning, I can't finish today's memorial. Can you approve half of it for me?"
