Song Zhiyi was reborn.
She was reborn at the moment before she refused to marry into a wealthy family and married into a poor family, Shen Yan.
In her previous life, she spent all her wealth to help him become a disciple and pave his career, but what she got in exchange was a cup of sweet-scented osmanthus wine.
In this life, she pushed the marriage to her younger sister in public, and then pointed her hand - "I want to marry the prince of Yong'an, Lu Xingzhou."
The whole hall was in an uproar.
Who doesn't know that Lu Xingzhou is the number one loser in the capital?
Fighting cock lackeys, sleeping flowers and sleeping willows, can't even read the ledger.
Song Zhiyi smiled but said nothing.
No one knows.
In the eyes of everyone, this playboy who has nothing to do will become a very popular minister in seven years, with all the power in the government and the public.
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On their wedding night, Lu Xingzhou crossed his legs and lazily made a three-part agreement with her: "You are you, I am me, everyone lives his own life."
Song Zhiyi nodded obediently: "The Crown Prince has the final say."
Later——
Lu Xingzhou climbed over the wall every night to deliver account books, cakes, and sweet-scented osmanthus. He piled the windowsill full but refused to knock on the door.
Song Zhiyi finally opened the window with a smile in his eyes: "Didn't the Crown Prince say that everyone should live their own lives?"
Lu Xingzhou's ears turned red with embarrassment. He looked into Song Zhiyi's beautiful eyes and begged for mercy in a low voice, "Madam, I was wrong."
