Lin Wanwan, the concubine of the Shangshu Mansion, was forced to marry the frail prince Xiao Jingyu on behalf of her eldest sister. Everyone in the capital knew that Prince Su's Crown Prince hated delicate and pretentious women. On the wedding day, he didn't even lift his hijab, and his voice was as cold as ice: "Just stay calm and don't bother me." Lin Wanwan stared down at the little pearls on her embroidered shoes and breathed a sigh of relief - just in time, she also wanted to be quiet. So she ate and drank well, turned the cold courtyard into a vegetable garden, and even raised a lame dog. Until one day, she accidentally entered his study and saw him burning a secret assassination letter without changing his expression. Xiao Jingyu turned around, blocked her in front of the bookshelf, rubbed the pastry crumbs at the corner of her mouth with his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "What did you see?" Lin Wanwan swallowed the last half of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "I saw... There is a new snack on your table, can I try it?"
