It is well known among the noble ladies in the capital that the bright moon of Qingzhou hangs over the heart of the sixth prince Ji Jingheng. There are rumors that the cold-faced King of Hell is raising a foreign wife in Qingzhou, and even the marriage contract given by the emperor has become a joke in the teahouse. Zhu Zhao'an, the legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion, played chess and smiled lightly, accepting the imperial edict of marriage amidst the ridicule in the city - she only wanted the royal concubine Jinyin Zhen's family to have a century of glory.
When the Hongluan tent was warm, Ji Jingheng pinched Zhu Zhaoan's waist and rubbed it against his ear: "Zhao Zhao really only wants the rear position?"
Her chess hand was clasped with his fingers on the dragon map, and the dark iron armor and pomegranate skirt were entangled on the beacon tower: "If you want power, I will give it to you, if you want mountains and rivers, I will take it away. I want sincerity, will you give it to me?"
