My Husband Became the Most Powerful Minister

At the princess’s banquet, in a secluded hall, Helan Ci pressed her palm against the wall, encountering the equally disheveled newly crowned top scholar Lu Wuyou. One was as delicate as a willow, the other had a flushed face.

Their eyes met, and in each other’s gaze, they saw a glimmer of despair.

“I’ll go first…”

“I’ll head that way…”

However, what was even more despairing was the sound of the princess’s maid and the second prince’s attendant searching for them not far away.

Helan Ci bit her lip: “What don’t you just go to the princess?”

Lu Wuyou endured: “I think the second prince is not bad either.”

Helan Ci: “If we keep talking, we’ll only end up hurting each other!”

Lu Wuyou closed his eyes: “Then let it be a mutual destruction.”

Helan Ci: “…?”

A night later, their innocence was lost, and they were forced into marriage. Yet, with strong enemies lurking, this marriage was extremely difficult. On one side, there was the second prince, eagerly awaiting her husband’s demise, and on the other, the princess, watching her with cold eyes.

Helan Ci asked, “…Can you handle this?”

Lu Wuyou replied, “Even if I can’t, I have to. Who told me to marry you— I’m going to be a powerful minister. I can’t fall here.”

Helan Ci, “Then do your best! I’m counting on you!”

Lu Wuyou, “…?”

Years later, Lu Wuyou became the Prime Minister, holding the highest position among officials, wielding immense power across tHeland, and reflecting on the past.

A student asked him how he had come this far.

Prime Minister Lu thought to himself that as long as one marries a wife of extraordinary beauty, often coveted by others, it would always inspire one to strive to make progress.