Concubine of the Cold King

He has no face and she has no talent. Once you are given a marriage, everyone will laugh, it is a perfect match. She laughs, doesn't she? Wouldn't it be a perfect match for the powerful alliance between the master of the Wind Pavilion and the master of the Tingxue Tower? ◆◆◆ I thought it was just a game where the emperor's favor was irresistible and everyone got what they needed. But unknowingly it turned into a beautiful marriage. He said: "If you are in danger from now on, stand behind me. As long as I am here, no one will hurt you at all." She said: "You have always protected me, this time, I will protect you." ◆◆◆ About scumbag abuse He raised his eyes and looked at her with a half-smile, "Someone offered ten thousand gold to buy the head on your neck, Princess." She raised her eyebrows, "My head is worth ten thousand gold? Prince Qian keeps it, just leave it to me." He raised his chin and said, "I have already escorted you outside the door. Please feel free to do so." About identity She is a waste of the family with no talent or virtue, and her fiancé vows to break off the engagement and marry her eldest sister, making her a laughing stock among everyone. She is also the head of the Feng Pavilion, an intelligence gathering organization in the Southern Wei Dynasty. She is extremely wealthy and powerful. He was a hostage sent to a neighboring country since he was a child. Once he returned to the court, he was the most despised prince. He is also the owner of Tingxue Tower, the most erratic killer organization, and everyone in the world is afraid of him. Once their identities were revealed, the two of them looked at each other and smiled. Who in this world doesn't have one or two other identities? About showing affection It was storming outside. A certain girl was reclining on the imperial concubine's couch, "I lay down at night listening to the wind, and dreaming of the iron horse glaciers." A certain man stopped the pen in his hand, raised his eyes and glanced at the woman who was reciting the poem, "Who is Iron Horse? Who is Binghe?" "... It's you, it's you, Iron Horse is you, Binghe is you too." A certain man thought thoughtfully, "Iron horse? I'd rather make you a cow or a horse, as long as you give me grass." "..." Damn it, drag this shameless man away from me!