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In the twenty-seventh year of Yong'an, an imperial decree pointed out Shen Zhiyi, the most inconspicuous concubine of the Shen family, to the powerful general Xiao Jingyuan. Everyone said that she stepped on the Qingyun Ladder and reached the sky in one step. Only Shen Zhiyi knew that this red makeup was just a beautiful prison. On their wedding night, he entered the room in the cold air, lifted her hijab, leaving only a cold transaction: "The name of husband and wife has nothing to do with the reality of husband and wife. Peace of mind will ensure your stability for the rest of your life." Shen Zhiyi lowered his eyes and nodded respectfully. She didn't dare to tell him that the young man who saved her from the gangsters and gave her a clean handkerchief in Jiangnan Yuxiang three years ago was the man in front of her who treated her like a pair of worn-out shoes. He was her savior, the glimpse she had hidden for three years. Now, the benefactor has become a husband, but he no longer recognizes his old friend.