Everyone in the galaxy knows that the Imperial General Xie Wuyan is a "high mountain flower" walking in the world. He is ascetic, powerful, and indifferent. He is a humanoid weapon and the sharpest sword in the Empire. Only I know where the most fatal gap in this sword is. My name is Wen Shi, an ordinary administrator of the Imperial Archives. I also have a secret identity - Xie Wuyan's only surviving childhood "playmate". On that forgotten, sunless garbage planet, I had seen with my own eyes how the Empire's Light, which was now killing decisively, was like an abandoned cub, whimpering with blood all over its body. In order to survive, I had personally caused that dust-covered "accident". I thought I would never interact with him again in this life, until he led a team of soldiers and surrounded the small archives. He was condescending, his eyes dark and unclear: "Ms. Wen, the federation suspects that you are related to a secret leak case. Please come with me." My heart skipped a beat: I'm here, silenced. As a result, he took me back to the admiral's residence and handed me an agreement - the Marriage Confidentiality Regulations. Xie Wuyan: "Sign it and become my wife. I need a 'check and balance' that can be kept under my nose and is absolutely safe." So, I started my married life of "holding the emperor to order the general" with trepidation. When he glanced at his subordinates with cold eyes and the whole conference room was silent, I only had to ask quietly: "Admiral, do you want to eat some potatoes tonight? Peeled ones." He broke through instantly and gritted his teeth: "... Shut up." When the noble ladies laughed at my humble background,
