Everyone in Kyoto knows that Wen Shuyi, the direct daughter of the Taifu family, is a delicate peony kept in a boudoir and worthy of being the mother of the country. She is well-educated, gentle and virtuous, and her small regular script with hairpin flowers is more delicate than flowers. When he was offered a marriage to the seventh prince, who was seriously ill and was said to not live to be twenty, the whole of Kyoto was in despair, and a flower was inserted in... Ahem. Only Wen Shuyi herself, at the martial arts training ground late at night, put on a beautiful gun flower and said to the maid who handed her a towel: "It's very good, clean." - Yes, Wen Shuyi, Zi Shuyi, hated reading and writing the most in his life. Her father was the head of the civil service, but he forced her, the only bloodline of the general grandfather, to give up the military and follow civil service. She was tortured to death by Zhihuye and Nude Nühong every day. Her biggest dream is to marry a laid-back prince who doesn't care about anything, and she can dance with guns and sticks every day behind closed doors. Wouldn't that be great? On their wedding night, the assassin broke in through the window, targeting her husband who was dying of illness. The maid screamed in fright, and the guards retreated steadily. Just when everyone thought that the Seventh Prince was going to have a bad day, Wen Shuyi, who was wearing a red wedding dress, picked up Ruyi on the table and struck the assassin accurately on the back of the neck with a sweeping sweep. She protected the seventh prince behind her, her eyes filled with evil: "You want to touch him? First ask if you agree with the 'principle' in my hand!" On the hospital bed, the dying seventh prince slowly opened his eyes, his eyes clear, and he looked at her "weak and unable to take care of herself" with interest, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. "Princess, you are very skilled." Wen Shuyi: "..." Oops, the vest seems to have fallen off a little fast. Later,
