When she opened her eyes, she became Shen Bingyu, the submissive and miserable little daughter-in-law in her novel. In front of her was the scholarly husband who was always beating and scolding in the original book.
Seeing the opponent's raised palm, Shen Bingyu, who stayed up late writing essays, sneered and picked up the inkstone with his backhand.
"Heli! Immediately! Immediately!"
She opened a female household, wrote storybooks, and engaged in printing. By the way, she picked up a handsome man on the street who was seriously injured and had amnesia.
I thought I was just a part-time worker, but I didn't know that this man was getting worse and worse.
Until one day, the county magistrate came to the door in person and knelt down respectfully in front of the man she had picked up: "Your Majesty, someone is coming from the capital——"
Shen Bingyu silently packed up and prepared to run away, but the man grabbed his wrist and smiled half-heartedly:
"Madam, my husband's household registration is still in your name. Where are you going?"
