Everyone in the Li Kingdom knew that the current Prince of Beiping was an oddball.
The Princess Consort he had married was no daughter of a distinguished family, either, but the daughter of a blacksmith in the Capital City.
According to Wenren Qiao, his heart had stirred the very first time he saw Tie Lihua.
He had returned to the residence, run straight to his father, and dropped to his knees with a thud, telling the old Prince of Beiping that he had found a girl he loved.
The old Prince of Beiping had been quite pleased and eagerly asked which noble family she belonged to.
He said she was the blacksmith's daughter from the north side of the city.
The old Prince of Beiping was so furious that he grabbed a feather duster and chased him around, beating him.
After that thorough thrashing, he had spent two full days in bed.
Once his injuries healed, he had scampered off to the smithy to pursue his true love.
Among women of that era, Tie Lihua's height was definitely a crane standing among chickens.
Wenren Qiao was 185 centimeters tall, and Tie Lihua was 180.
Besides, Tie Lihua had loved following her father around since childhood, so she was immensely strong.
With Wenren Qiao's scrawny build, Tie Lihua could knock him flat with a single punch.
Yet Wenren Qiao was utterly smitten, and stars sparkled in his eyes every time he saw her.
Although their families were worlds apart in status,
the God of Marriage seemed to have tied their red thread of fate with steel rebar, and the two married without a hitch.
However, ever since Tie Lihua married Wenren Qiao, relatives from the Princess Consort's side of the family had come running to the residence for help from time