Shen Zhaoning, the prince of Daliang, is famous for being the cold-faced King of Hell.
The courtiers are afraid of him, the people are afraid of him, and even his father is afraid of him.
Until the North sent a princess to marry her - it was said that she was as beautiful as a fairy, well-behaved and docile, and easy to bully at first sight.
Shen Zhaoning sneered: Another one here to die.
But on the first day of their wedding, this "little wife" did three things -
He knocked over his tea cup, tore his book, and even stepped on his foot.
Shen Zhaoning: "... Are you pretending?"
"Little lovely wife" blinked her big watery eyes and said, "What is your highness talking about? I don't understand."
Very good. Shen Zhaoning narrowed his eyes. He wanted to see how long this "princess" could keep pretending.
What he doesn't know is——
Hidden under the hijab is a real man.
Behind that soft and harmless face, there was a deep blood feud, the hatred of the country's subjugation, and a knife that had been sharpened for three years.
On the wedding night, the red candles flickered.
The "little wife" smiled and handed over a glass of wine: "Your Highness, please have a glass of wine."
The moment Shen Zhaoning took the cup, a dagger was pressed against his heart.
"I'm sorry," the man took off his pearls, revealing an extremely handsome young face, "I lied to you."
But instead of panicking, Shen Zhaoning grabbed his wrist, pulled him into his arms, and bit his earlobe with a low smile:
"What a coincidence. In my life, I like to be deceived the most."
