[Power-brokering female chancellor X clingy, jealous puppy of a young general]
Duan Qingju was the only female chancellor in the three hundred years of the Great Jing dynasty.
To help the empress ascend the throne, she had blood on her hands and committed countless evil deeds, eventually becoming the court’s attack dog.
At the funeral of an old family friend, she knelt, bowed four times, and offered incense three times.
As she rose, a crescent-shaped silver halberd pointed straight at her throat.
“You took my great-grandfather’s life. Today, you’ll pay for it in blood!”
Duan Qingju remained composed and pushed the blade away from her neck.
“I’ll make three bets with you. If I lose, I’ll kill myself on the spot. If I win, you’ll let me live. How does that sound?”
The young general was brimming with sharpness, his gaze like an arrow, as if he wanted to carve out her heart.
“Fine! I’ll make sure you die convinced you deserved it.”
It was a long time before Ji Lin understood.
The wager that day wasn’t Duan Qingju’s life. It was his heart.
*
Years later, Ji Lin happened upon a marriage contract in the study.
But when he saw the names written on it, he immediately lost his temper and stopped Duan Qingju, who was about to leave.
“Who are you going to see?”
“Your second brother. Didn’t I tell you yesterday?”
“You, you, you, you can’t go!”
Duan Qingju looked puzzled. “Why not?”
Ji Lin’s eyes reddened with panic, and his voice grew plaintive.
“You never told me you and Second Brother were engaged!”
“You... you... how could you take my chastity, then go meet your old flame behind my back?”
Duan Qingju: ?
Theme: Stand on your own two feet
