On their wedding night, the imperial decree confiscated their home and sent them into exile for three thousand miles. Daddy gave me drugs and asked me to marry a crippled god of war who was "dying from poisoning" and die?
OK. I'll move out of the capital first.
The dragon's chair in the imperial palace, the treasury of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the stove in the imperial kitchen, and the soil in the back garden were all packed and taken away. The Dog Emperor will not be able to sit in court tomorrow morning, and Daddy Zha will go back to his home to drink from the northwest wind.
I thought my husband was a half-dead medicine jar——
The moment I lifted the lid, my whole body was frozen. An eight-foot fighting body, with tight tendons, an old scar on the collarbone slanting into the collar, thin lips slightly pursed, as cold as an unsheathed knife.
"Have you seen enough?" He said hoarsely.
I wiped the corners of my mouth calmly: "Husband, don't move. I'll see what kind of poison you have... Do you need to undress?"
The base of his ears turned red.
On the road of exile, I built infrastructure with my left hand and fed it with my right hand, turning a family of old, weak, sick and disabled into a full-level boss. And my "dying" sick man not only survived, but his abdominal muscles also grew from six to eight.
It's just that the tiger charm hidden under his pillow seems to be hotter than his abdominal muscles...
