Everyone in the capital knew that Pei Jin, the eldest son of the Duke of Zhenguo, and Shen Zhaoning, the daughter of the general, were destined to be mortal enemies.
He thought she was rude, overbearing and unfeminine.
She scolded him for being hypocritical and arrogant, carrying the skin of a gentleman.
Until one day at the spring banquet, everyone witnessed Shen Zhaoning kicking Pei Jin into the Taiye Pond.
A month later, Shen Zhaoning rubbed his belly and couldn't sleep all night.
Pei Jin stood in front of her window, his voice as cold as the ice of the twelfth lunar month: "Shen Zhaoning, when do you plan to take responsibility for my son's innocence?"
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I like this kind of sweetness all the time
It's always so sweet when I see it now, it's different from what I've read before, and it'll be even sweeter in the end.
The beginning is sweet, too sweet to be true, a little less bitter.