A story about searching.
The heroine is actually quite frustrated. There is a story in her husband's house. Her husband knows it, but he doesn't know that she doesn't know it, so there is all kinds of distrust. Dad knows it, but he just wants her to contribute but doesn't want her to know the truth. Her husband's eldest brother also knows it, but he just wants her to be used by him, and he doesn't want her to know that the prince of another country is. She knows that she wants to poach her husband, but she doesn't know it yet. The most annoying thing is that irrelevant outsiders also know that she can only take the initiative and don't want him to do all the dirty things of entering her small courtyard in the middle of the night with a sword... Who else knows... The subordinates know... Don't tell me... I just want to live until I die and have a place to live. I really don't want to fall in line, okay? It seems... It really doesn't work...
