[The ruthless and sober widow vs. The short-bellied black prince | uncle and sister-in-law literature + pseudo-taboo + double cleanliness and double strength]
She was reborn as a new widow in a prince's house. Her husband had not yet passed his first seven years, and the house was full of jackals waiting to eat her.
You're laughing so hard, do you really think I'm still the stupid Baitian who was plotted to death by a scumbag in my previous life?
The mother-in-law cried: "Daughter-in-law, they say you are a disaster star!"
Me: "Well, I'm a bad guy."
The second wife mocked: "A widow is worthy of running a household?"
I smiled and presented the irrefutable evidence: "Second uncle, do you still want the censor to see the account books of embezzling military pay?"
The princess made things difficult for her: "You are a wife, but you are also assigned to me as a matchmaker? "
My voice was soft: "Your Highness, the wife of the number one scholar you selected had a baby last night, so I'm very happy to congratulate you. "
The prince's mansion was brought back to life in my hands, and the princess's marriage and the secrets of the rich and powerful were all in my hands.
Kev? Lone and widowed? I want everyone in this capital to beg for my "joy".
Until my uncle, who had always been estranged, kicked open my door.
He tore off the mask of warmth and pressed me against the couch, his breath burning:
"Sister-in-law. "
"You act as matchmaker for the whole capital..."
"How come you only forgot about me, my uncle? "
His breath sprayed on my face, his eyes were ambiguous, and I couldn't push away his chest: "Which girl does my uncle like? "
A kiss fell on my neck: "Sister-in-law. "
