Xuanmen boss Shen Ning accidentally dressed up as a despised good-for-nothing princess. Everyone was waiting for her to make a fool of herself, mocking her for not being able to even draw an exorcism charm. Unexpectedly, the rumored uncle, the god of war who was decisive in killing and not close to women, actually mentioned his pen in public: The princess's hand hurts. For such a trivial matter, I will draw it for her. The scumbag men and bitches were dumbfounded. Where is the good-for-nothing? How could he be favored by the emperor's uncle who covered the sky with his hands in the blink of an eye? Shen Ning looked at the crooked talisman written by the emperor's uncle, with black lines all over his head: Uncle Huang, that's a soul-calling talisman, not a longevity talisman! A certain emperor's uncle took the person into his arms and said in a hoarse voice: It doesn't matter if the painting is wrong. I will enter the bridal chamber in person to apologize to the princess.
