The Tang Dynasty's First Widow

"A house, a child, savings, and a dead husband with no one to answer to." That was my ultimate dream after I transmigrated.

Yet the System forced me, a carefree widow, to compete for everything in Chang'an and sample every delicacy just to stay alive.

To lie flat and take it easy, I had no choice but to cling to the leg of my "late husband's" best friend, the legendary Right Cavalry Guard's Great General, who smiled while hiding a knife and killed without batting an eye.

What I thought teaming up would be: Each gets what they want, then we go our separate ways.

What teaming up actually looked like:

"Xiaoxiao, this biluo at this shop isn't good. The cook at my estate makes it better."

"Xiaoxiao, that foreign merchant is up to no good. Don't buy spices from him."

"Xiaoxiao, it's late. Why not stay here tonight... and discuss how to make that scumbag who's after you furious tomorrow?"

Gradually, I realized this black-hearted general with a sweet exterior looked at me with a gaze hotter than freshly roasted leg of lamb.

Help, is our fake relationship becoming real? Have I taken things too far?

Theme: Nothing warms the heart like good food.