"No! I won't go!" Master Liu was so frightened that his face turned pale and his crotch became wet.
"It's not up to you." Xiao Yu snapped his fingers, and the guards dragged the crying people out of the moon cave door. When he turned back to the house, he saw Shen Weiwan holding the roster and smiling foolishly, tears still hanging on her eyelashes.
"What are you looking at?" He pinched her cheek, and the touch felt like glutinous rice balls just out of the pot.
"Look at you!" Shen Weiwan held up the roster and pointed at the cursive writing at the end. "Your Highness, do you think we should also make a 'roster of little bear children' for our children in the future? If anyone pulls his braid, we'll write it down and take revenge on him when he grows up to eighteen!"
Xiao Yu laughed and scratched her nose: "It's up to you. But I suggest that you feed him breast milk soaked in chili powder after he's one month old, so that he won't be pinched on the face when he grows up."
"That's a great idea!" Chen Weiwan's eyes sparkled like stars. "Tomorrow when we get married, let's mix chili powder into the wedding candy. Let those gossipy ladies sneeze when they eat it. How festive!"
"Nonsense!" Xiao Yu flicked her forehead, his tone soft, "Do you want the whole capital to call you 'Hot Princess'?"
"That's right!" Shen Weiwan snorted, but secretly hooked his little finger.
In the stillness of the night, after Xiao Yu had left, Chen Weiwan lay in bed, clutching the roster. In the candlelight, the cinnabar-marked "Ninety-eight People Dealt With" flickered like a dancing flame, reflecting the snowy night of the beatings in her past life, and the smiling eyes of Xiao Yu in this life. Her fingertips traced the name "Xiao Yu," and she suddenly remembered the seriousness in his eyes when he said, "Anyone who harms my wife will be punished, no matter how far away they are," as if it were etched into his bones.
The next day, at the wedding, as the bridal sedan reached the walls of the clan residence, a familiar "A-choo!" was faintly heard. Shen Weiwan lifted a corner of the sedan curtain, and the sunlight shone on Xiao Yu as he rode forward. When he turned around, the chili flake tassels around his waist were particularly conspicuous among the red silk. She couldn't help laughing, and heard the people on the street talking about—
"See? The Seventh Prince's wife is amazing. Even the prince she married helped her deal with all her enemies!"
"That's right! I heard there's a roster that keeps a record of everyone who has bullied her. It's clearer than the King of Hell's account!"
Shen Weiwan leaned against the side of the sedan chair, her fingertips stroking the miniature version of the roster hidden in her sleeve. It was copied by Xiao Yu overnight, and the title page read, "Personally addressed to my wife, a must-have for those who want to cheat." She suddenly felt that the greatest fortune in her life wasn't revenge, but that someone had engraved her grievances in their heart and, in the most ridiculous way, provided her with the most reliable protection.
Later, Shen Weiwan locked the "Enemies' List" at the bottom of her dowry chest. Whenever she was annoyed by the red tape at the palace banquet, she would secretly flip through it. When she saw Lin Wanrou's note "Guan Tong Room VIP", she would always laugh and fall into Xiao Yu's arms: "Your Highness, you are the one who tricks people the most!"
He would always ruffle her hair and point to the children playing outside the window: "It's up to you. Who made me marry a princess who wants to use the whole capital as a stage?"
Under the sycamore tree, their child was chasing a puppy with a chili powder sachet hanging from it. Their silver bell-like laughter mixed with the sound of the wind, turning the legend of the "cheating couple" into the sweetest honey in the capital.
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