The whole capital is laughing at me. The daughter of an eighth-grade official was sent to celebrate the death of the emperor and could not survive more than three days.
I held the quilt and secretly laughed: Great! You can receive a huge pension immediately and realize your freedom!
But on the night of the wedding, the emperor, who was so sick that he was barely alive, quietly grabbed my hand, his eyes as fierce as a wolf: "Help me, take back the country!"
Me:? Brother, you have found the wrong person! I just want to be a salted fish, not 007!
In order to let him die with peace of mind, I turned on the suicide mode with tears in my eyes, publicly provoked the powerful queen, and sang a song in the royal meeting...
As a result, the dog emperor's condition got better day by day, and the way he looked at me became more and more strange.
Help! I just want to be a widow, not the founding queen!
Concept: A modern lazy and cancerous social animal is transformed into a cannon fodder nobleman to cheer up the sick emperor. He only wants to lie down and be a widow, but the sinister emperor who pretends to be sick every day uses every possible means to force him into a palace fight. In the end, he wins all the way through sand sculpture manipulation.