Shen Qinghe, the eldest daughter of the Shangshu Mansion, has been "playing with mud" in the backyard since she was a child, tinkering with bottles and jars. She is a marginalized figure in the circle of noble ladies in Beijing. A marriage was granted, and in order to protect the family's most favored concubine, she was forced to marry Huo Quji, the general of Zhenbei. This general had a great reputation, great military exploits, and a very tough life - it was rumored that he had killed three wives. On the wedding night, everyone in the wedding room was silent, waiting to see how she would "die suddenly". Shen Qinghe, however, wore a red wedding dress and calmly took out a stack of drawings from the dowry box and pushed it in front of Huo Quyi. It was painted with strange symbols and intricate structures she had never seen before. "This is my dowry," she said in a cold voice, "a meeting gift." Huo Quyu raised his eyebrows and looked at the newlywed wife in front of him who was completely different from the rumors and showed no fear. Shen Qinghe: "General, I'll give you two choices." "One, give me a letter of divorce. From now on, you and I will have nothing to do with our weddings and funerals." "Two," her fingertips pointed at the core formula of the blueprint, her eyes brightening astonishingly, "I will help you develop new gunpowder and help you defeat the thirty-six tribes in Northern Xinjiang. How about you give me a world and let me do research as I please?" Huo Qujiu looked at her, and his Adam's apple rolled as he thought of the latest secret report from the scouts that the enemy troops in northern Xinjiang had obtained mysterious new weapons. He thought he was marrying into trouble, but he didn't expect that he was marrying into a treasure that could detonate the whole world. "Madam," his deep laughter sounded in the wedding room, "there is no Heli Shu. The arsenal of Northern Xinjiang belongs to you." Small Theater Later, daily life in the General's Mansion: "General!
