God made a joke. A marriage contract, a murder, and a strange book dragged Qian Chenxue into the whirlpool of undercurrents. He is the legitimate son of King Yan, a brother of the same clan as the current emperor, and he is also the leader of the army and in charge of the imperial guards of the imperial city. Naturally, he is distinguished, noble and extraordinary, but so what? Her father was General Zhenguo, an important minister appointed by the late emperor to assist the country. The mother is the old master of Nanling, a world-famous and extraordinary woman, and the two brothers are dragons among people. Only Murong is the only one who dominates the Qixian family. He has his own world, and she also has her own world in a pot. But why is her world in the pot becoming more and more lively and frightening? "Once the things in Mobei are over, I can finally have a few days of leisure." Qian Chenxue held her chin with one hand, feeling bored. Qi Ye nodded and thought: "But after the matter in Mobei has been dealt with this time, there is another important thing to do." Qian Chenxue was confused: "What?" "Getting married." He spoke slowly, with a faint smile on his lips. Qian Chenxue was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking about the two of them. She suddenly stood up, looked into his deep and smiling eyes, and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry?" He looked at her with a matter-of-fact look, "There are three types of unfilial piety, and the worst is not having an offspring. This matter is really important, and we must be hasty." The corner of Qian Chenxue's mouth twitched. This excuse was so high-sounding that she couldn't find any reason to refuse at the moment.