Wei Yinghuan, the eldest princess of Chu, had a glorious life, but she ended her life in Chonghua Palace.
His soul was floating, looking at Feng Xingsheng who was in agony, feeling ironic and ridiculous.
Once you are soft-hearted and let go of the enemy's hostages, you will only provoke the hatred of the country's subjugation.
Wei Yinghuan wished he could skin Feng Xingsheng and cut him into pieces with a thousand cuts!
Who would have thought that when he opened his eyes again, four years ago, he would look at the person in front of him with disgust and hatred.
"Feng Xingsheng? I will let you know today what it feels like to crawl at my feet!"
A night of love.
Everyone thought that there was a blood feud between the eldest princess and the prince of Nanzhao.
Otherwise, why would Feng Xingsheng always have red eyes with anger.
As everyone knows, it's not anger, but regret.
Wei Yinghuan: "The prince is quite comfortable with this combination of soft and hard tactics."
Before he finished speaking, the man whispered into his ears.
"Now that I have betrayed you, I will devote everything I have to protecting you in this life, and I will be happy to do so."
Wei Yinghuan: In this life? Could it be...
