Pei Zhao lived for seventeen years and only hated one person.
Xie Ce, the disgusting second son of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion.
When he was three years old, he snatched her sweet-scented osmanthus cake and she scratched his face.
When he was seven years old, he put a frog in her basket and was chased by her three times around the imperial garden.
When he was twelve years old, he said that she was "as short as a winter melon" at a palace banquet, and she threw fruit wine in his face on the spot.
At the age of fifteen, he won her polo game, took away her gold hairpin, and put it in his hair crown to show off.
Everyone in the capital knows that Princess Zhaoyang and Second Young Master Xie are incompatible with each other and are naturally at odds with each other.
If you meet someone, you will pinch them. If you pinch them, you will see blood. If you see blood, you will alert the Holy Master.
At the age of eighteen, Shengjia was alarmed again.
The emperor's cousin looked at the two people kneeling in front of the emperor with a smile: "You two are quite a match."
Pei Zhao: "?"
Xie Ce: "?"
"What I mean is - a marriage."
The whole capital was in an uproar, and people were placing their bets: When will these two ancestors demolish the general's mansion?
Pei Zhao thought: Marriage can be concluded, but people must die.
Xie Ce thought: We can get married, but she must beg me on her knees.
Later.
When she was in danger, he was the first to rush into the snowfield and left her with dry food and water. He almost froze to death.
He was framed, and she defended him in front of the civil and military officials of the court, refuting the evidence one by one, even more fiercely than her own father.
And later.
There was a young man from an aristocratic family who painted for her in public.
Xie Ce became anxious and shouted in front of half the city: "She is my general's fiancée! I can only paint her portrait!"
——Although it is drawn like a cat.
