[Easy sand sculpture × Ten generations of sadomasochism × The prince is so fragrant]
Shen Qianchen, a gold medal matchmaker in the capital, is forty-seven years old and her charm is still there.
——In fact, she has lived for more than a hundred years.
In the first 10 lives, the general's wife, the courtesan, the female businessman, the court doctor... Each life did not end well.
In her 11th life, she decided to play it safe: An Anwen would be a matchmaker, arrange a few marriages, and wait for death.
Until the man came to the door.
His name is Xiao Yan, and he appears to be the boss behind the intelligence network "Zhiweige", but his actual identity is the prince of the current dynasty.
He can find out the secrets of everyone in the world, but he can't find any information about Shen Qianchen - this person seems to have appeared out of thin air.
So he sent his men to ask her to be a matchmaker.
The first time they met, he stared at her for a long time and suddenly smiled:
"I think you're quite suitable."
She was so frightened that her seeds dropped: "What... Is suitable?"
"Tell me the matchmaker."
She breathed a sigh of relief and waved her hands quickly: "No, no, no, I am an old lady, you are not suitable for me!"
His smile deepened: "I mean, you tell me. I didn't say I wanted you to marry."
Later she found out that this man introduced a dozen girls to her, but she didn't like any of them.
Later she found out that he had been checking her for a whole year and found nothing.
Later she found out that when he said "suitable", he didn't mean matchmaking from the beginning.
Ten lifetimes of obsession, a hundred-year-old lonely soul.
In this life, she just wants to be a happy matchmaker.
But someone insisted on telling her: Your red thread has been tied to my hand a long time ago.
