After the death of her parents, Shen Qingqing came to the capital to find her husband with a marriage contract.
She heard from people in the village that her husband had become a high official in the capital.
Shen Qingqing came to Beijing with a marriage contract, but fell into the hands of bandits before she could find a husband.
In order to survive, she could only write a letter of distress to her husband.
At nightfall, she had a team of people come to rescue her.
The voice was cold and cold, like the wind playing a guqin.
"Is this the letter you wrote?"
Shen Qingqing didn't think much, there was no doubt that this man was her husband.
"Husband, are you here to take me home?"
Her slender hands wrapped around his cold, slender fingers with sharp knuckles.
A dangerous dark light flashed in the man's eyes, and he let her hold his hand and brought her back to the house.
The husband seemed cold, but he was also gentle to her at night.
Shen Qingqing was careful to please her, and finally the wedding day was approaching.
But when she saw the censor attending the banquet with a token, she realized that she had recognized the wrong person.
The censor was her fiancé, but the person who rescued her that day was actually Wei Cihe, a treacherous and powerful official who held great power in the government.
At this time, she was at a loss and took off her wedding clothes to escape, but was imprisoned in the new house by Wei Cihe.
The two people's breaths were intertwined, and the atmosphere was ambiguous.
"You are now mine, Qingqing, where do you want to run away?"
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Everyone knows that Prime Minister Wei Cihe, who has overwhelming power in both the government and the public, is as unattainable as the clear breeze and bright moon.
But he didn't expect that he would be tricked by a poor peasant girl and become pregnant with his flesh and blood.
Everyone said that Wei Cihe would definitely kill this scheming troublemaker with his own hands.
The emperor gave a banquet, and Wei Linghe actually brought the orphan girl into the palace and held an umbrella for her to protect her from the rain. Even the corners of his brocade robe were soaked, but he refused to let her get wet at all.
He has no king or father in his heart, and he was born a corrupt and filthy devil, but he is willing to bow at her feet and become her devout believer.
But he didn't expect that the only warmth he got in this life was because of others.
The sky was filled with sea of fire, and Wei Cihe's clean snow-colored robe was already stained with blood.
"Our acquaintance was a mistake. Can you let me go?"
Shen Qingqing was holding the dagger, her hands trembling.
Wei Cihe looked at her with crazy eyes. His voice was low and hoarse, like wine.
"You want to kill me for him?"
His eyes were scarlet, and his cold hands were intertwined with hers, and the dagger went deeper.
The blood on his heart was splattering, but he was still laughing crazily.
"For your husband, if you want my life, just take it."
Intention: I don't know the origin of love
