Shen Qingyue had been a good person for nine lifetimes. She was supposed to be reborn as the Prime Minister's legitimate daughter and coast through life, but the Black and White Impermanence spirits came to claim her two years too early.
To make amends, the King of Hell put her inside a mute parrot and gave her a pocket dimension with a spiritual spring, telling her to lie low for two years before taking her rightful place.
Who could have guessed that the parrot's owner would be her fiancé, Duan Chen, who could not stand the sight of her?
Duan Chen: “Will my country bumpkin fiancée smell like chicken manure?”
Shen Qingyue, munching on sunflower seeds: One more grudge to hold.
Duan Chen: “She probably can't read a single word.”
Shen Qingyue, watering the spiritual spring: The poison's cured. Looks like I don't need to wait two years after all.
Later, the two teamed up to investigate cases, expose spies, and seize explosives, while an animal army watched the whole time.
Mynah: “You two should get married already, so we don't have to watch you feed each other dog food every day!”
Not long after they wed, the border was in crisis. Shen Qingyue stayed behind in the capital, expecting a peaceful life, but then an urgent report arrived from the rat guards: her brother had been poisoned in his wine, and a noblewoman was hiding a knife behind her smile.
A thousand miles away, a magpie landed on Duan Chen's shoulder. “Chirp! Sister-in-law's gone berserk. The spies at the border are in for a world of trouble!”
Shen Qingyue sneered. “You want to hurt my brother? First, ask whether this parrot's spiritual spring agrees!”
The content of the novel is still good, and it is also my favorite type, but the writing style is a bit green. The more you write, the better it will be. Come on!