Shen Qingyuan, the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The biggest pain I experienced in the first half of my life was the sour taste of the beauty decoction.
Then the Prime Minister's house was ransacked.
Then the rebels captured the capital.
Then she became a refugee.
Okay, pick up a dog and tell your fortune.
I have been a refugee for two years and managed to survive by relying on my intelligence.
Fleeing to a certain city, I met a person.
First glance: He looks quite handsome.
Second glance: He has a calm temperament and is very responsible in speaking and doing things.
Third Eye: —Wait.
After three days of getting along.
Shen Qingyuan: Are you telling me that this thing is silly and sweet? ? ?
Xie Zhaoheng: (clear eyes) "What's wrong?"
Shen Qingyuan: ... It's okay, you continue.
Handsome is really handsome.
Reliable is really reliable - that is, reliable to everyone.
Silly is really stupid, so stupid that people can't ignore him.
Okay, I'm just a silly person, I can lead you.
Until——the city was broken again.
She dragged him back: "If you don't leave, you won't be able to leave."
He turned back: "But they are common people."
Shen Qingyuan was silent for a moment.
"... Idiot."
"Huh?"
"I said, from now on, you can only be nice to me."
Xie Zhaoheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled:
"Okay."
Two years of being a refugee taught her one thing: in this world, you can't rely on anyone.
But this fool in front of me...
OK.
Since I can't get rid of it——
Then let him only protect her.
Shen Qingyuan: How many steps does it take to go from refugee to empress?
Xie Zhaoheng: How much scolding does it take to go from being a silly boy to a royal husband?
Purpose: The struggle of little people in troubled times, even the weakest people can grow into a wise king.
