I dressed as a romantic prince, and the original owner left me a garden full of beautiful people and a body with weak kidneys.
I wanted to keep a low profile and keep in good health, but unexpectedly, the Holy Spirit granted me a marriage, and the daughter of my arch-enemy, who had retired from old age and returned to his hometown, was married into the palace.
On my wedding night, I lifted my hijab and was surprised - it was my ex-girlfriend who ran away with me and made me bankrupt in my previous life!
She held up the scissors and sneered: "Your Majesty, my father asked me to take your life."
I calmly took out the wolfberry and red date tea: "Madam, staying up late is harmful to your health, why don't you talk about KPIs?"
When she threw a glass and broke into a rage, the housekeeper came to report in panic:
"Your Majesty! It's not good! The old minister has come to the door with the late emperor's golden mace!"
