Su Weiwan had been married to the Marquis of Jingbei for three years, and she was known to everyone in Beijing as a sickly and frail mistress. She was constantly fed with medicine and lived in solitary confinement. Even the maids who served her dared to treat her openly and secretly. She was an abandoned son of the family in exchange for military power. She had never even seen her husband Xiao Jinghan a few times.
Until that night, she was coughing blood to expose the accounting clerk's corruption, but when she turned around, she bumped into a man in black clothes. Xiao Jinghan twisted the half tiger talisman she accidentally dropped with her fingertips, her dark eyes darkening: "So sick that you can't even recognize your own military power?"
Only then did she realize that this iron-fisted prince who guarded Northern Xinjiang had long seen through her hidden talent behind the medicine jar.
The Queen Mother regarded her as a thorn in her side and designed her to be involved in the witchcraft case; her cousin, who had been friends with her handkerchief, was coveting her position as Mrs. Hou; even the old members of the Su family, which she thought had been destroyed long ago, were snooping in the dark.
Only Xiao Jinghan always appeared when she was in greatest danger. He would put a heater into her cold hand, but he would say coldly: "I just don't want to lose my military power"; he would block deadly poisonous arrows for her, but he would ridicule "your life is worth more than a talisman."
When an old case was revealed, she held the blood-stained embroidery needle and chuckled: "Since I can't live, no one can be safe."
But he grabbed her wrist and his tone was more serious than ever before: "I'm protecting you, who can try?"
