Twelve years ago, he went to the battlefield for the first time. His hands were so trembling that he couldn't even hold the sword steady. He was captured by the enemy in just one turn. That was a situation. He was the child of an adulterous concubine. His father wanted him to die quickly, so he promised Beiyi to take him as a hostage.
On his first day as a proton of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, he met a very good-looking girl, holding a Mo knife in her hand and wearing a sparkling turquoise on her head.
He knelt on the ground, and she knelt down, looked him in the eyes and said:
"Prisoners are weak and do not deserve any rights."
"Only when you hold your sword steadily will your words be listened to."
He was eight years old and she was six.
Twelve years later, on the night of the bridal chamber, she married him as a loser. She lost her pride, tried every means to please him, and played hard to get. She looked like she would bite him and not let him go, but she forgot what happened back then. The most important part of his heart had long since turned into ashes in her memory. He was both disappointed and happy, and always wanted to turn her back into the Kitamiya Cheng she used to be.
"Husband, it's so cold in the yard, can I lean against you?"
"Husband, it's so cold in the room. Can I lean against you?"
"Husband, it's so cold under the covers, can I lean on you?"
…
Unexpectedly, she never changed.
She can have a thousand feet of tenderness and become a drama queen in an instant, or she can turn into a thousand-year-old ice at the bottom of a cliff in an instant for a thought in her heart.
"Beigong gave birth to me, and Beiyi raised me. It is understandable that I sacrifice my life's major events to fulfill the great cause of my mother country."
"The imperial concubine's seal is not destroyed, and Mo's sword is not blunt. You will remain my wife for the rest of your life."
He smiled fondly.