On the eve of her sister's escape from the wedding, Shen Heng was forced into a sedan chair by her family.
Everyone in the capital knew that Pei Yan, the chief minister of the dynasty, had a face as beautiful as a jade and wielded power, but he was ruthless and could kill anyone.
Got two fiancées.
Shen Heng's idea was simple: survive him to death and inherit the inheritance.
But on the night of the wedding, the rumored evil and ruthless chief minister coughed blood and fell in front of her, furious.
Silently grasped her wrist:
"Ma'am... Save me."
Shen Heng looked down at the poison he had just grinded and fell into deep thought.
——Didn't this inheritance come too quickly?
Intention: Women should be like vines, soft but tough, able to climb up to the blue clouds with just an inch of light.