Going through the book and returning to the Admiral's youth
Chenchen's new book," Happy Marriage to a Powerful Official," had been published. She had her eyes on him, the monk who would become famous in the future but shave his head and become a monk!
She was dressed as a supporting actress, pitifully mixed in with the men and women in the court, waiting for the magistrate to marry.
If a daughter is seventeen years old and her parents are not married, the chief official will be sent to marry her.
According to the plot, she was destined to be cannon fodder, the kind with a short life.
She refused to accept her fate. Her anxious gaze searched the crowd and finally found him.
Oh my god, this little brother was actually the second male lead!
A ruthless person that even the female lead couldn't covet!
This master was a scholar, but he was schemed against by his relatives and became an incomplete eunuch in the palace.
He had endured all kinds of hardships, served as the Imperial Horse Supervisor's eunuch, and finally became the admiral that everyone respected.
He had once been a vagrant, hated by everyone, and had once held a high position and power, and everyone fawned over him.
He would become a powerful official who had seen all the changes in life and lived his life alone.
However, this was not the main point. The main point was that he had died of old age!
As long as she clung tightly to his thigh, she would be able to get rid of her leech-like kin. When she became the wife of a eunuch in the future, she would be able to eat and drink well, and she would not have to spend so much effort looking after her husband and raising her children.
The small days were simply too beautiful, picking up big leaks!
He was reborn and returned to his youth, before he entered the palace and was not chaste.
Right now, he was still a poor scholar of the Little Three Yuan. His father died suddenly and his mother remarried with the family's assets.
He had returned bathed in blood and was filled with hostility. However, in a moment of kindness, a delicate and soft little lady had appeared!
No matter what, he wouldn't be clean in this life. He would take the imperial examination properly, walk the imperial examination, earn a title for her, and give birth to a few children to play with…
All the choir of heaven and furniture of earth - in a word, all those bodies which compose the frame of the world - have not any subsistence without a mind. -George Berkeley