I, Hua Nongying, the world's best disguiser, have a golden name in the world, and I have three things I don't do in my life: first, not taking orders from dead people, which is bad luck; second, not taking orders from the palace, which is troublesome; third, not taking long-term orders, which delays my money making. Until a mysterious employer piled a mountain of gold in front of me and asked me to play the role of a wedding princess who had just "died violently". I looked at the golden light and touched my chin: rules are dead, but people are alive. The plan was perfect: I pretended to be a princess and married into an enemy country. Half a year later, she died "due to illness." I took the money and left, and the golden cicada escaped from her shell. From then on, she retired to the mountains and enjoyed life. Good news: The money my employer gives me is enough to last me three lifetimes. Bad news: Before I could even lie down, the two countries started fighting. Even worse news: My cheap husband, the prince of an enemy country who is rumored to be deep and ruthless, pinched my chin with a half-smile and said, "Your Highness, you... Smell like an old friend." Me: "..." Help! I'm just an ordinary worker, why do I have to deal with post-war compensation and palace KPIs? When the fog of war cleared, I discovered that the princess who "died suddenly" looked exactly like me. It's not the image after disguise, it's... Exactly the same. And my long-lost life experience is closely intertwined with this conspiracy sweeping the two countries. Hua Nongying: I'm tired. Party A is so screwed up this time. I want to resign, but now it seems I can only work part-time to save the world before I can run away.
