[Scheming minister x beautiful princess. Marriage first, love later. Vest. Sweet pet]
Yongjia hates Pei Qing, but he wants to marry her.
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As a princess of the current dynasty, Yongjia just waits to move to another place to enjoy happiness after getting married. She had a good marriage, her consort and her childhood sweetheart, and everyone said they were a match made in heaven.
However, on their wedding night, Pei Qing suddenly wrote a letter to impeach her husband's family and sent the prince-in-law to prison, which completely disturbed the wedding ceremony.
On a snowy night, Yongjia thought bitterly that she must bring him down.
One day they met by chance. She had a cold face, but Pei Qing smiled like a spring breeze and said, "I would like to marry Your Highness as my wife."
Yongjia:...?
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At the age of twenty-four, he was a third-rank official and a highly respected official. Pei Qing prided himself on being calm and calm when faced with problems, and never panicked.
So after the marriage, Yongjia was cold to him and he was calm. Yongjia was annoying him and he was happy. There was never a time when he was dissatisfied.
Until that day, someone who looked exactly like Qi Yin served her.
For the first time in his life, he lost his temper drunkenly and held her hand to prevent her from leaving.
"He just looks like Qi Yin, so you are willing to treat him well. Am I not half like Qi Yin? Can't you treat me better?"
Yongjia: "It's very similar - eh? Do you know that you look like Qi Yin?"
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Qi Yin Qi, the imperial doctor, was as pure and elegant as a pine as a bamboo. He was the man Yongjia really wanted to marry, but he threw himself into the river and died a year ago.
When he saw Pei Qing for the first time, Yongjia was stunned because he was so similar to Qi Yin, whether it was his face, body shape or handwriting.
She only said that she was too obsessed, but she never thought that he would really be him.
Intention: Thousands of journeys to the green hills, a branch of fragrance, sent back to the person from afar.
