Shen Zhiyi's life started in hell mode. In order to save the whole family, she was forced to marry the legendary King Yuan, who was dying soon and had a bad temper, on behalf of her sister. On their wedding night, she watched her husband coughing so hard that he was so sick that he seemed to be dying in the next second. She thought about how long it would take for her to become the richest widow in the capital. As a result, the widow was not fooled, but unexpectedly discovered a shocking secret. What kind of illness makes you unable to take care of yourself? Her frail husband can do pull-ups on the rafter with one hand at night! Why is life so short? With the way he secretly conspired with the Minister of War, he looked like he could live another five hundred years! Good guy, Oscar owes you a statuette, Your Highness! Σ ° △ °||| In order to save the lives of herself and her family, Shen Zhiyi had no choice but to accompany him in tears. Your Majesty, is the wind and cold entering your body today? No problem, a bowl of "disease-curing magic soup" is served to ensure that his cough will be more realistic. Will the prince be depressed tomorrow? Don't worry, the ancestral medicinal diet arrangement will make him "deficient" just right. She worked conscientiously as an "accomplice" and devoted herself to making him the most sick man in the capital. However, she did not expect that the villain prince looked at her more and more strangely. Until the night of the palace change, the man changed his sick appearance, put on a dragon robe, and pointed his sword at the throne. He held her in his arms and said in a low voice: "Zhiyi, I want this world and you." Shen Zhiyi silently took out the bowl of soup that had been prepared for a long time, with a gentle smile on his face: "Your Highness, don't worry, I have a bowl of 'Shiquan Dabu Soup' here." "One bowl, the country is determined; one bowl, I want it." "Your Highness, choose?"
