The Whole Room Is Charming, but the Cold-Faced General Is Out of Control Again

[Rebirth] [Tongfang Superior] [Wife Chasing Crematorium] [Poor Body Shape] [Extreme Pampering] [The cold-faced crippled king vs the fishing goblin] Shen Zhiwei died a tragic death in his previous life. Believing her stepmother's words "it's for your own good", she took the title of Chongxi for her sister-in-law and entered the palace of the crippled king, enjoying the protection of the palace. As a result, what awaited was not the wedding ceremony, but a bowl of Juezi soup and a dark marriage in a dry well. She was pushed into a dry well by her stepmother's hands, and died. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the night when she was sent to the crippled king's bed. She knew very well what kind of thing she was - greedy for life and afraid of death, with an ordinary mind. After all, she didn't grow a new brain even after reviving her life. She had no choice but to continue acting shamelessly, planning to make some money and run away, never to look back again in this life. Until the crippled king recovered from his old illness and was no different from his previous life, the old princess threw a bag of money and ordered her to leave the house immediately. She neatly rolled up her baggage and ran for her life, but was stopped by the crippled king at the gate of the house. An undercurrent surged in his eyes, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Since you have coaxed this king's heart, why not coax him for the rest of his life?" Later she found out that her physique of a prosperous husband and a good man drove the cold-faced crippled king crazy - he supported her, killed people for her, and doted on her from a happy maid to a sweetheart. After three years of holding each other, she actually took the position of princess. The White Eye Wolf family was in pieces. He knelt in front of her and begged for forgiveness. She felt no emotion in her heart. "I know you are stupid, frivolous, and empty-minded. But I love you; I know your intentions, your ideals, your snobbery, your vulgarity. But I love you; I know you are a second-rate thing. But I love you." ——"The Veil" by William Somerset Maugham