She remembered that she was Liu Miaomiao, a high-profile senior tea artist in modern times. At an international exchange meeting that brought together tea culture elites from around the world, she was fully engaged in performing, demonstrating the exquisiteness of traditional Chinese tea art.
Strangely, without any warning, a white light flashed in front of her eyes, and she lost consciousness for a while, dizzy. When she regained consciousness, she was already in the Dalan Dynasty that she had never heard of, and she had become the tea serving lady of the Shangshi Bureau who had murdered the prince.
'Are they the guards sent by the Evil Queen again? Should I snatch your husband or kill your son? If you hate me so much, I just want to live. Don't force me. If you make me angry, I will stuff a bottle of Hedinghong into your mouth and you will be honest...' Lin Yun'er's mind was filled with random thoughts, and she gritted her teeth hard, as if she was going to break her silver teeth.
Slowly raising his eyes, with the help of weak visibility, he carefully looked at the man in front of him. He had to admit that this guy was a handsome guy, very handsome, and he couldn't compare with any young man with a low traffic.
The handsome man in ancient costume is extremely handsome, his facial features seem to be carefully carved, but there is a bit of lazy evil in his eyebrows, and he naturally exudes a sense of nobility in his gestures, which makes people know that he is of extraordinary origin at a glance.
She suddenly felt defensive in her heart. In this situation, this man suddenly appeared here. He obviously knew her. Who was he? Does he seem to know 'my' identity? What does he want to do?
