When Song Lingshu crossed over, the white silk hanging from the hanging beam was still hanging around her neck.
The stepmother watched with cold eyes, while the stepsister gloated about the misfortune and forced her to marry the powerful prince of Mobei who would not survive the spring. She didn't make any fuss and got into the sedan chair quietly - just in time, she wanted to meet the solitary king of Mobei who according to historical data had been malingering for three years and deceived the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty.
When they first met, Murong Chen was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was as pale as paper, and he was coughing up blood. Everyone felt that he was dying soon. Only she, when she lowered her head to salute, saw his knuckled hands - clean, strong, without any tremor caused by a long-term illness. She pretended not to see it and only said softly: "Your Majesty Song's Yingshu is here with the order."
Later, she helped him prepare medicine, administer acupuncture, organize the military camp, and predict the enemy's situation. He went from observing with cold eyes to guarding with silence. One night late at night, he held her wrist and said in a low voice, "Aren't you afraid that I'm just pretending to be sick?" She looked back at him, her eyes calm: "The prince has his own intentions, and I won't interfere."
He pretended to be ill for three years, and she hid her talent for two lives.
In the coldest night in Mobei, two people in disguise finally handed over their trump cards to each other.
