On the day of their wedding, Meng Jingzhi hid bits and pieces of hidden weapons under her elegant wedding clothes, just to give Song Zhenshu, a man who was looking for flowers and not doing his job, a show of strength.
"Madam, your crossbow arrow is exposed." Song Zhen wrote.
"I have nothing to do, just have fun." Meng Jingzhi said awkwardly.
"Madam, your dagger is exposed." Song Zhen wrote.
"By the way... I picked it up by the way." Meng Jingzhi smiled.
"Madam, you..." Meng Jingzhi covered Song Zhen's lips with his hand, denying him a chance to speak.
Song Zhenshu raised his hijab and said in an informal provocative manner, "My lady is really in a good mood. Song is ashamed of herself."
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