Picking up Husband's Plans

If I hadn't been granted a marriage inexplicably back then, I, Qi Caicai, would have been the falcon of Shuofang and a heroine galloping on the battlefield. How could I have gone to the cold palace to eat chicken and choked to death, possessed the daughter of a minister, and spent all day doing embroidery in the boudoir? If life had not been precious, I, Qi Caicai, would have thrown the eccentric concubine of the crown prince into the dry well of the cold palace. If the price of love had not been higher, why would I, Qi Caicai, have to return to the cannibal palace step by step to help him. Although there were suspicious emperors in the palace, vicious concubines in the back, various concubines with different thoughts, and the old queen who took a back seat from time to time also wanted to get involved, but I knew that there were tigers in the mountains and I preferred to go to the tiger mountain. Even if the imperial masters in the government and the opposition were indifferent to worldly affairs and only took care of themselves, the masters were scheming and cunning, and the fathers of the two generations were each their own masters and hated each other, but I am smiling to the sky with my sword across my face, and I don't have to worry about having no friends in the future. But without him, everything would be lost.