Everyone knows that Shen Zhiwei, the third girl of the Shen family, is a joke.
His biological mother died young, his aunt treated him harshly, and finally he was handed over to a neighboring country as a hostage who was ill and torn apart and in danger.
On the wedding day, the guests dispersed.
The husband who was rumored to be gasping after taking three steps slowly wiped away the blood on his fingertips, raised his eyes and chuckled: "Madam, what are you going to do with the body under the bed?"
Shen Zhiwei silently put away the poison-quenching silver hairpin in her sleeve.
——Very good, we bumped into a colleague.
Later, on top of the Golden Palace, mountains and rivers formed the scene.
She gave birth to her last son behind the screen, which sealed the fate of the world.
The people who had bullied her and humiliated her in the past all knelt down at the steps, trembling all over.
In the dead of night, the new emperor who ruled the north of the Yangtze River and pointed his sword at the world chased her out of the palace gate barefoot and hugged her tightly from behind.
His voice was trembling, and he no longer had the dignity of an emperor:
"Zhiwei, the dragon chair is too cold, please pay attention to me."
Intention: The road is tortuous, the future is bright