The first time Xiao Moli and Lu Xichen met was in the thirty-third year of Xichen. King Huaiyi, Xiao Huaiyi, colluded with foreign tribes to rebel, proclaimed himself king, and expanded wildly. In just a few months, he had occupied more than ten cities in the south. The second prince Xiao Moli led his army south as the commander-in-chief and put down the rebellion in just half a year. On his way back to the court, on that starry sky and moonlight night, he saw Lu Xichen being beaten and humiliated in the crowd at a glance. It wasn't because of his appearance that could make all flowers eclipse, but because he felt that even though he was in such a situation, he still had eyes as bright as stars, which was particularly cute.
Much later, when he recalled this night, he felt it was very absurd. Whenever he looked up from the imperial desk and looked at the group of warblers and swallows around him, and then looked at Lu Xichen and the guard Tingfeng outside the window who were trying to hold back their laughter, he wished he could marry the ugliest woman in the capital to him. But who is the Prime Minister who is under one person and above ten thousand people? He had no choice but to take the blame and run around the palace ten times a day. The calluses on the soles of his feet doubled in thickness.