On the day when she got the invitation letter to join the listed company, Jiang Zhiwan, who had never been superstitious, spent all her savings and went to Lingshan Temple to burn incense.
On the way down the mountain, there was a sudden heavy rain. Jiang Zhiwan's feet slipped and she couldn't stand still. She hit her head on a stone. Before her consciousness dissipated, she thought of the dream that the master explained to her, "The cause of the past life is the result of this life. Donor, let nature take its course."
When she opened her eyes again, she became the unloved true daughter who had just been found by the Prime Minister's Palace, and she was happy to marry the unstable and ruthless abandoned prince.
Jiang Zhiwan felt happy: "As soon as I marry the prince, I become a widow. The huge prince's palace is mine. This is much better than working as a cow horse in a listed company."
On the night of the wedding, Jiang Zhiwan looked at the strong man in front of her and fell into deep thought, "This guy is about to die."
She closed her eyes, calmed down as she came, and showed a flattering smile, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, please treat me as a slave.
Prince Chiya was silent for a while: "Am I scary?"
Jiang Zhiwan shook her head crazily, "Yeah."
The next day, I held my waist and walked out of the prince's bedroom without tears. "No one told me that the prince's floor is so hard!"
Later, when the arrogant prince saw that she was leaving, he pressed her on the bed with red eyes, "You know my young master's secret and you still want to leave?"
