On the night of the wedding, Pei Yan warned with a cold face: "Be your princess and don't expect anything else." Shen Qingyuan obediently agreed, turned around and sent away the framed concubine with a copper coin, used an embroidery thread to lure out the lurking eyeliner, and used a false intelligence letter to deceive the emperor into annihilation.
Everyone thought she was just a lucky embroiderer. Until the night of the palace coup, she lightly handed over the enemy's troop deployment, internal response list, and advance and retreat routes - stitch by stitch, weaving a dragnet. Pei Yan was shocked to realize: he was not marrying a princess, but a trader.
"My lord," she lowered her eyes and smiled, "I never rely on luck."
Marry first, love later, crush with force. She embroidered the phoenix robe with her own hands, and locked herself deep in the Jinping screen with her own hands——
But so what? In this round, she won beautifully.
