After dressing up as Shen Qingci, the legitimate daughter of Shangshufu, my life plan was originally clear and clear: 1. Survive under the hands of my stepmother until I reach my hair age. 2. Marry a well-matched husband and live a stable life. 3. If you have money and leisure, raise flowers and entertain birds, and be an ordinary lady. As a result, the plan is to turn at the speed of light on the first step. Through my stepmother's "loving" operation, I was packed and sent to the Zhenbei Palace to celebrate the frail heir apparent who was said to be dying soon. Everyone in the capital sighs that my life is miserable and I am a widower in reserve. Me: Got it, new life plan - to survive my husband, inherit the inheritance, and become a rich woman and widow. Wonderful! On my wedding night, I looked at the pale husband on the bed, gasping every three steps and coughing every five steps. I felt completely calm in my heart, and I even wanted to hand him a "dedication blessing". I played the role of a virtuous wife conscientiously, served him tea and medicine, asked him about his welfare, and just hoped that he would pass away peacefully. But I gradually realized something was wrong. I, a weak husband who cannot take care of himself, would play with guns in his dreams in the middle of the night and pierce the bedposts. His wrists were thicker than my thighs and he could crush walnuts with one hand. The "gardener" and "groomman" in the house all had bulging temples and sharp eyes like knives. Until that day, I saw him holding the poisoned dagger on the assassin's neck, his eyes as cold as frost, how could he look sick at all? Me: "..." He: "... Madam, please listen to my explanation, I just want to get out of bed and drink some water." Me: I believe you! You're such a bad old man! The frontier god of war who pretends to be ill
