Everyone in the capital knew that Murong Ci, the eldest son of the Zhen'an Marquis Mansion, would not live past his prime.
No one wanted to marry the sick man, but he married a little cook who sold wontons on the street - a fake who was brought in for marriage.
On the wedding night, the prince leaned on the couch and lazily raised his eyelids: "My prince is not hungry, so get out."
Shen Yigeng did not roll away. She carefully placed the dishes and chopsticks, raised her eyes and smiled: "This is called 'come to life', does the prince really not want to try it?"
Later, everyone in the capital knew that the Zhen'an Marquis Mansion had a strange rule: the prince's meals must be prepared by his wife herself.
Later, someone saw the aloof prince squatting at the door of the kitchen in the middle of the night, whispering to the closed wooden door: "One soup, I'm hungry."
A cold snort came from the door: "Didn't the prince say that the pig food I made will not be eaten by the dogs?"
"... I am that dog now."
She thought he was just being soft-spoken and soft-hearted.
What she didn't know was that every time he got close to her, he was gambling with his little life.
It's so sweet that it hurts your teeth, and it's so cruel that your heart breaks.
Healing Sweet Pet
