The Good-For-Nothing Princess Ascended the Throne with Her Words

[Interpreter Crazy Princess x Tea Mad Dog Houye] Pei Wuyan picked Xie Changfeng back from the pile of dead people. He said he had lost his memory, was homeless, and only wanted to repay favors. She believed it. Later she found out - this man's swordsmanship was first-rate, and his acting skills were even better. She built the station and he moved the bricks. She ran the school and he guarded the gate. She said more to Shen Zhao, and he blocked her in a corner at night, with red eyes: "Sister, I'm injured." She glanced at his intact clothes: "Where's the injury?" He held her hand and pressed it on his chest: "Here." She withdrew her hand and said, "See a doctor if you are sick." On the day when Shen Zhao proposed to marry her in court, Xie Changfeng smiled and cut into pieces the brocade Shen Zhao gave her. He turned around and knocked on her door, his eyes were red and his voice was as hoarse as sand: "Sister, he bullied me." She glanced at the broken satin on the ground and said, "You cut it." "Well," he knelt down and looked up at her, confidently, "that's why he bullied me." Pei Wuyan: "..." She started to feel something was wrong. Is this person really aggrieved, or is he just pretending? Later she knew the answer - the situation in the court suddenly changed and rebels surrounded the palace. She was trapped in the main hall, with a knife at her neck. Xie Changfeng charged in single-handedly, covered in blood, with eyes as cold as Shura. He chopped off the traitor's head with one knife, looked back at her, and said in a frighteningly calm voice, "Who touched you?" At that moment she finally saw clearly. He was never some amnesiac wretch. He is a madman from the previous life. The rebels were put down, and the emperor rewarded them for their merits. He was kneeling on the golden palace, his body still stained with blood, his expression as indifferent as if he was talking about someone else's business. Pei Wuyan stood behind the curtain and looked at him. After reading the imperial edict to confer the title of Marquis of Beiding, he stood up and turned around. The officials congratulated him, but he didn't look at anyone, his eyes passed through the crowd and fell directly on her. She had seen that look before. Every night he pretends to be wronged, every moment he says, "Sister, I'm hurt." She thought it was weakness, but now she knew it was restraint. That night, he pressed her against the wall. No more pretending. The ends of his eyes were still red, but the smile at the corners of his mouth was no longer a sign of grievance, but a determination to win. "Sister," he lowered his head and rubbed her neck, his voice as soft as a sigh, "I can't pretend anymore." She didn't push him away. "I know." "When did you know that?" "The night you cut the brocade." He smiled. It's not the soft smile before, it's a real smile that belongs to a madman. "Then sister has been acting with me for so long?" She raised her eyes and looked at him: "Because you acted well." --- She builds her roads, he fills his tea. One sees things through but doesn't tell them, and the other acts out and takes it seriously. [The crazy criticizing beauty Hou Ye is also pretending to be tea and asking for status today] [Warning: The male protagonist is really a mad dog, he is just pretending to cry, but his ruthlessness is real | The female protagonist is a career maniac, her sense of cp lies in the fact that one cannot flirt with her and the other pretends to be pitiful to the end] Motto: Even if you are in trouble, there is a way out