I married a loser.
On the wedding night, he said "Everyone has his own thing" and slept in the study with a cane. The house is bare and the rice vat is empty. My neighbors say that I have suffered from bad luck for eight lifetimes.
But I found——
The rice vat is always full;
The ruffians never dare to come again;
That "waste man" climbed over the wall every night and came back smelling like blood.
Until that night, the killer came. He cut off the assassin's head with one sword and turned to look at me:
"Madam, you have worked hard these past three years to accompany me and pretend to be poor."
I looked at the dragon-patterned jade pendant accidentally exposed on his waist, and finally understood——
It turns out that the "trash" I married was the current regent.
It turns out that in the past three years, he was not pretending to be poor, but hiding it from me to earn a living for me.
