On the night I broke off the engagement, I picked up the dress that had been thrown into the river: the water was too dirty, so I stopped jumping.
The next day, my father climbed over the wall into my yard with red eyes. I thought he was here to comfort me.
As a result, he thrust the Northern Xinjiang border defense map into my hand: "Zhaozhao, I will give you whatever you want, don't worry about it."
I said, "Dad, let me build a shop on West Street. I want to sell ice powder."
My dad was stunned. Turned around and left.
On the third day, rumors spread throughout the capital that the Marquis Mansion in Zhenbei was going to rebel, and the Marquis turned gray overnight.
On the fourth day, my grandmother tremblingly held out the secret documents of the Queen Mother Xiaohui: "If your great-aunt can be the empress, you can too."
On the fifth day, my eldest brother stuffed the roster of his elite elite soldiers into my chicken fat paper: "There is no one at Donghua Gate at midnight."
On the sixth day, the legendary chief minister who killed without batting an eye climbed into my window with red eyes:
"The paper ball you stuffed into my umbrella on a rainy night in the east of the city three years ago... I've always kept it."
Me: ... That's the paper I wiped my hands on.
His pupils trembled sharply, and he took half a step back: "You even disguised your letter of challenge as a piece of waste paper... You are so scheming."
On the seventh day, I put the border map on the table legs, the secret files on the tea bowl, and the duty roster on the sugar cane.
On the eighth day, the whole family knelt outside our courtyard: "Please, the eldest lady, inherit the Marquis Mansion—no, inherit the throne!"
I held the half-eaten spoon of ice powder and finally collapsed:
"I! Really! Only! Am! Lazy! Ah!"
Later, I was forced to take the throne.
On the day he ascended the throne, he knelt before His Majesty Dan and asked in front of the civil and military officials of the court:
"Your Majesty, I have been waiting for you for three years. Is it possible to return that paper ball to me now?"
I opened the royal desk drawer, and there were forty-seven neatly pressed inside.
In the past three years, every time he saw me, he would stick one on my window sill.
——The real salted fish heroine × the male protagonist with chuunibyou
——Everyone is paranoid about being persecuted, thinking about my big move every day
——1V1, HE, wake up by myself laughing every day
Intention: There is light in the ordinary, sincerity has no chance of winning. Real strength is not to be looked up to by everyone, but to have the confidence to be a happy salted fish.