On the day of the wedding, King Khan opened the sedan curtain, glanced at her, put it down, and left.
Yuan Lingzhao was thrown into a broken tent on the edge of the royal court. The maids watched, the nobles mocked, and everyone said: It's just a decoration.
She doesn't fight. Just swallow the milk paste, sort out the bad debts, and earn a domino that can walk freely.
Later, he handed over his biological mother's old blade and his voice was as calm as talking about the weather:
"Hold it, defend yourself."
After that night, she held the dagger and opened her eyes in the darkness.
——The sharpest knife on the grassland was never the one he gave me.
It's herself.
Intention: A woman who has been thrown into a desperate situation by fate does not rely on anyone's palm, but only relies on her own bones to survive in a foreign land as her own support.