[Arrogant, domineering, philanthropic and generous, the daughter of a royal tutor x a beauty with cold jade and metallographic appearance]
Yan Xun, the legitimate son of Prime Minister Yan, was already a famous sick beauty in the Zhou Kingdom at the age of eight.
Despite his talent and superb martial arts skills, God did not reward him with a long life.
Even if you invite the Taoist Celestial Master of the Zhou Kingdom, your life span will only be seventeen years.
The most pitiable thing for the emperor was Yan Huan. In the three hundred years of Zhou Dynasty, he had never seen a genius like Yan Huan. If Yan Huan succeeds as prime minister in the future, Zhou will definitely become stronger.
Although Taifu Wen was angry with the youngest daughter of the Yan family, he also felt sorry for the legitimate son of the Yan family.
One day, the Taoist Heavenly Master figured out a way to marry a woman who was destined to be rich and noble, so that the legitimate son of the Yan family could live beyond the age of seventeen. As long as you live past the age of seventeen, you don't have to worry about dying young in the future.
Wen Rang married into the Yan family at the age of two. Despite his noble status, he did not escape the guidance of others.
"It's really pitiful to be sold into the prime minister's house at the age of two."
"What's not to be pitiful about? The Yan family is powerful, and marrying her will be her blessing for eight lifetimes."
These are the two sentences Wen Rang has heard since he can remember.
So she hated Yan Huan, hated the Yan family, hated the royal family, and hated the Taoist Celestial Master.
She could have become a literary heroine and traveled to court.
She hated Yan Huan's quick words and felt guilty all night, tossing and turning.
Wen Rang kicked the heir apparent of Prince Chen's house to the ground, folding his arms and looking cold and horrified: "Which dog's leg tripped Yan Huan? Yan Huan is my son, only I can bully him!"
After saying that, he sat on the prince's body and fists fell on the prince's face like rain.
"Wen Rang hits people without slapping them in the face! You wild girl!"
"Wild girl? I am the direct daughter of the Tai Tu's Mansion and the wife of the future Prime Minister. You, a poor son of a generation, are sorry to scold me!"
Purpose: To marry a sick beauty for happiness