After being married to Tanhua Lang for three years, Shen Yunchu spent all his wealth to pave the way for him. Until he was drunk and uttered the truth: "The merchant girl is vulgar. If it hadn't hindered her career, I would have divorced her long ago to make room for Qinghe."
Shen Yunchu was neither crying nor fussing. A piece of paper and Li Shu slapped him on the face, and he turned around and begged Gu Cian, the most noble and indifferent prince in the capital.
"Your Highness is short of money, and I am short of power. If Your Highness protects me, I am willing to prolong your life; if you unfortunately die early, I will burn incense and paper for you and become a rich widow."
Gu Ci'an pushed her against the wall with red eyes: "You want to be a widow after taking advantage of it? Shen Yunchu, you have to be responsible for the country and the orphan for the rest of your life!"
No one knew that His Highness, who was decisive and powerful, had thought of this student's wife in his dreams countless times.
