Pei Zhaohui never thought that he would have to marry a husband to preserve the wealth he brought from the prime minister's house.
The daughter of her former prime minister, she was an accomplished scholar and an aunt. Originally, she was just an aunt who fled to the mountains to seek refuge in spiritual practice. However, what greeted her was a room full of corpses.
She had to stay to find out who would take the life of a mountain cultivator.
As a result, misfortunes never come singly, and the imperial court wants to investigate and deal with the assets of veterans of the previous dynasty.
So she set her sights on the little widower who carried her home.
A man with little money, his parents had just left, and he had a younger brother.
He was short of money and she had money, which was just right.
So he wrote a letter of sworn vows and asked his brother to send it to the county government office, hoping to give her a status so that she could stop the public from talking about it.
Then the six-year-old brother came back with the marriage certificate.
Lu Bai: "... What is this?"
Pei Zhaohui: "... What do you think?"
Xiao Chi gnawed on the candied haws and blinked: "That uncle scholar said that this one is more effective."
Pei Zhaohui looked at the marriage certificate in his hand and thought to her:
"Not bad."
"I'm getting married," he said, "it'll be convenient for you to leave later."
Life finally calmed down a bit, but the man disappeared.
When we met again, he was covered in wounds and dying, his gun was broken, and his armor was a complete mess.
Later, the talented noble girl used the world as a chess game and made every move a success, and she became emperor in one day.
I thought there would be no chance of seeing them again, but unexpectedly, a neighboring country paid tribute to a familiar beauty.
Only Xiao Chi is worried: Brother and sister-in-law, when will I have a little sister to play with me?
Concept: The place where the swans return is not a golden cage, but a world of fireworks.