In the previous life, Yan Zhaozhao was the only daughter of Princess Congyang and the number one scholar of the Yan family. Her beauty was unparalleled and she was famous in the capital. Yan Zhaozhao could have lived a free and unrestrained life, but because of his sincerity and mistake, he devoted all the strength of his father's and mother's clan to support that lowly man to rise to power, and finally ended up with his body and head missing. She was crippled and mute, and she could not live with her eyes closed, but she could only watch as he married her cousin as his queen. She was the only one in the harem who had a good time and auspicious days, a rich life, and the crown of the harem. Everyone said that he was a strategist and a rare wise king; they also said that she was a destined noble daughter who played the harp and harp in harmony with him. He loved her sincerity and her life was full of glory, but her love for Yan Zhaozhao and Yan Zhaozhao's blood were nothing but nothing. After resurrecting his life, Yan Zhaozhao vowed to pay with their blood. She thought she was going to hell, but there was still someone there when she turned around. "Zhaozhao, I'm late." "Second brother, if you accept my things, you will be mine from now on." During the Flower Festival, the lanterns were like daylight, and the flowers were vying for beauty, but Nan Minghe felt that all the lights and all the beauty were not as good as the words she said while tilting her head while standing in front of her. "Okay." His eyes were picturesque, light and gentle, and his slightly hoarse voice melted into the night like water. If he is not mute, he must be the most handsome man in Xiangcheng. Wait, the mute just spoke? !
