Shen Zhiyi's life plan is very simple: marry an honest man, be a worm, and live in peace. Unfortunately, her father was a minister, and with the marriage certificate issued, she was forced to marry Prince Jing Chongxi, who was rumored to be dead soon. Shen Zhiyi: Okay, if you kill your husband and inherit the inheritance, you can save the country through a curve. On the wedding night, the red candles flickered. Looking at the "husband" in front of him who was pale and coughing as if he was going to die in the next second, Shen Zhiyi put away his pension plan with tears in his eyes and prepared to start the widowhood reserve. Unexpectedly, when the hijab was lifted, her frail husband's Adam's apple was painted and his chest muscles were tied. Good news: My husband is a woman, so we don't have to have children, we can live together, and our lost pension plan is restored! Bad news: This palace... There seems to be something wrong with it. Every midnight, the palace automatically switches to the palace map from a hundred years ago, with NPCs randomly wandering around late at night. The concubines wearing the costumes of the previous dynasty held lanterns and floated quietly through the corridor, muttering inaudible murmurs. Shen Zhiyi's pupils were shaking: "Sisters, we agreed to live together for retirement, but why did we also come with a theme park of hundreds of ghosts at night?" The fake prince and the real princess, Xiao Mingshu, raised his forehead: "... Just get used to it." So, Shen Zhiyi's retirement life became: During the day, she and her fake husband showed off their affection in front of everyone in the court, playing the role of a fateful mandarin duck in love. In the evening, I studied ghost KPIs with my fake husband, trying to figure out what these former ghosts were looking for. "Empress De Fei, please stop crying. The phoenix hairpin you are looking for may have been stolen by grave robbers long ago." "Sister Shu Fei,
