For the first time, Cui Xueyao woke up and found herself lying in a coffin with a dead husband lying next to her, so she ran away.
The second time, when she was desperate, she was attracted by the weak and handsome young prince, who wanted to marry him as his mistress. She weighed the chips in her hand, looked at the fairy-like young prince, gritted her teeth, and got married!
The young Marquis treated her with courtesy and respect as a guest. But the good times didn't last long. The newly married husband's body was really weak. Before she could enjoy a few comfortable days, the young marquis passed away and Cui Xueyao became a widow.
At the funeral, Cui Xueyao wore mourning clothes and cried so hard that she felt so sad. When she looked up, she found that the Marquis's younger brother, the notorious General Xuanwu, was looking at her with great interest.
Cui Xueyao: There is no way this play can continue.
Later, the young general leaned on the couch, half-folded his clothes, and said: "My brother, who is a tuberculosis ghost, died early, and my sister-in-law Wenjun is a new widow. It is so pitiful. If you had followed me after the period of filial piety, I promised my sister-in-law the position of the main wife, and the general's wife would not have to give in to you."
Cui Xueyao asked: "What's the benefit to me?"
The young general hooked the hem of her clothes and smiled gracefully: "From now on, you will have a servant who is both heroic and brave, handsome and suave. He can fight through thorns outside, and he can sleep on a warm couch inside. Madam points to the east, and I will never look to the west. How about that?"
Cui Xueyao's eyes lingered on the young general's big chest, and she nodded: It's not a loss.
[A man who is a drama star and has his own clever ideas when it comes to love × a woman who is weak but can be career-minded]
1v1, he, double c.
Intention: Wherever the heart goes, where the action goes