The unlucky first wife who was dressed as a tyrant was pinched by the chin and asked for guilt as soon as she opened her eyes.
The barrage said: If you want to survive, make him hate you.
So I cut his red plums, ransacked his study room, ate melon seeds in the morning, and threatened that his dragon robe would make him look older.
Three months later he finally threw me into the cold palace.
I breathed a sigh of relief and ran away over the wall——
In front of him was a luminous wall with densely packed words scrolling on it:
"The tyrant is so handsome" "Why hasn't the heroine noticed it yet" "This chapter is so sweet"
I turned around and saw the tyrant standing on the palace wall, looking down at me:
"Queen, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"
