The poisonous-tongued female killer at full level dressed up as the "happy bride" who was bullied by the whole government. She wanted to run away, but the prince was too good at flirting and gave her too much.
Su Yuejian traveled through time.
When the top female killer opened her eyes, she was already in the sedan chair. The red silk hijab covered his sight, and the suona and gongs and drums were loudly ringing outside. He said he was going to celebrate the sick prince of Prince An's palace. The imperial doctor declared that he would not survive this winter.
On their wedding night, she lifted her hijab and was about to climb over the wall, but when she turned her head, she met a pair of eyes. The man was leaning against the bed, his face as pale as paper, but with a faint smile in his eyes. He coughed so hard that his shoulders trembled as he handed a piece of contract to her.
"Five hundred taels per month," he said in a low voice, his words clear, "accompany me to complete this scene."
Su Yuejian stared at the paper for a long time, then took it.
At first, she just wanted to save enough money and fly away. The sky is high and the sky is far away. Who has the patience to care about the mess of the palace. But later - what should I say later? When checking accounts until late at night, there was always a cup of warm tea on the desk; when rectifying the palace, he took half a step back from her silently, like a silent barrier. On the night when King Jin launched the attack, he coughed so much that he could barely straighten his back, but he still stubbornly stood side by side with her.
From contract to side by side, from fake show to sincerity. Later, it was a truly grand wedding.
The story begins with a swaying sedan chair rocking her into a deep house where she never intended to stay. The final chapter of the story is two hands holding hands and walking a long, long way.
Su Yuejian thought later that if she hadn't met him in the sedan that day, her luck might not be bad - but the best luck was that she picked him up that day. Or maybe it was picked up by him.
