Pampered on Eucalyptus

The emperor has granted a marriage, and Ning Zhian, the legitimate daughter of the Yongning Hou Mansion, will marry Xia Houyi, the king of Yi, the living king of hell who is widely rumored in Beijing and the actual controller of the military power in the north. The hands of the madam holding the imperial edict were shaking: Is this marriage a test by the emperor or a calculation by Xia Houyi? When offering incense at Xiangguo Temple, the moss under Ning Zhian's feet was as slippery as oil. There were no water stains here yesterday. Was it an accident, or did someone want to use someone else's help to get rid of this "obstructive" princess? On the roof of the Sutra Pavilion, Xia Houyi's gaze locked on her like an eagle: "When in trouble, you pray to God and worship Buddha... Such cowardice saves me from taking action." When Ning Zhian rolled down the stone steps, blood oozed from his forehead, and his consciousness was blurred... Is she really, as Xia Houyi said, just a boudoir girl who bows to the gods? Or was this "accident" just her first step?