On the day of my substitute marriage, my aunt laughed at me for jumping into the "fire pit" of the Marquis of Jing'an Mansion.
My husband, Xiao Yan, is a crippled war god with only half a breath left. The whole capital is waiting to see me become a widow.
I smiled and took the pair of cards, turned around and bought the most shabby rouge shop in the capital.
My sister-in-law mocked: "A concubine is short-sighted and only knows how to play with low-level things."
Later, a box of balm from my "Yu Yan Zhai" was so expensive that even the queen in the palace sent people to ask for it.
The Marquis gradually recovered from his illness, but at night he always held me in his arms and coughed, asking, "Whose money did Madam make today?"
Until the urgent news came from the border, he wore armor and held a sword, riding one man and one horse to defeat the enemy camp.
On the day of the victory, the streets were empty.
In front of the whole city, he placed the Emperor's Sword and the military merit book in my palm:
"How about using this in exchange for the wife His Majesty gave me?"
*——Everyone thinks that he wants to fill my ointment shop with military pay.
Little did he know that from the day he took me into his house, he only wanted me. *
