After Dressing up as His Beloved Daughter, the Dandy Prince Looks Really Good

After I was born, I became the legitimate daughter of the Hou family. My parents doted on me, and my two brothers held me in the palm of their hands. When I was fifteen years old, I met the rumored demon king—Prince Jing. He always likes to pull my hair and grab my pastries, which makes me itchy with anger. On the contrary, his friend who was as cold as the moon, gentle and polite, became the sustenance of my ignorant heart. The prince sneered: "Little girl, you have bad eyesight." I retorted: "It's better than some people who only make people annoying!" Later, the bandits attacked, and he protected me behind him, covered in blood, and I could clearly see the heat in the depths of those playful eyes. On the day of the engagement, he announced in public: "I have been eyeing this girl since she was a child." The cold friend handed over the congratulatory gift with a smile, then turned around and rode to the end of the world. Until news came from the extra story: In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, he met a girl holding an umbrella and waiting for him to return home.