My "sick" prince-husband was found dead in the mourning hall.
With a "deceased" face on his face, he discussed with me: "Madam, can you use your status as a 'widow' to help me catch a murderer?"
Me: "Reward?"
He said: "After you survive, the country will be divided into half of your life, and your enemies will help you chop it into pieces."
Deal. From then on, I acted in court, while he secretly pursued his career. He handed me the knife when I was investigating a crime, and he opened the knife when I was in danger.
It's just that the style of this partner is getting more and more crooked - he promised me to have a career, and he gave me candy; he promised to be a comrade, and he drew ugly cartoons of me; and he promised to be a stoic, but he opened the window in the middle of the night and asked me, "Do pine nuts smell good?"
It wasn't until he put down the rebellion and secured his throne that a piece of edict "employed by the country" was slapped in front of me.
All the civil and military officials in the dynasty were heartbroken: "Demon concubine! A disaster!"
He cornered me in the corner, with a familiar, crazy light shining in his eyes: "I collected the betrothal gift, read the comics, and ate the candy. Madam, it's time to fulfill the contract."
Me: "... We agreed to divide the country, but we didn't say we wanted to divide the beds!"
Intent: On the chessboard of power, two lonely chess players, from testing each other to trusting each other with their lives, not only rewrote their own destiny, but also joined forces to create a new order that transcended personal love and benefited the world.