[Emotionally retarded princess × paranoid personality disorder secret guard, pseudo group portrait]
She woke up and became the little princess who died young in an ancient dynasty. Before she could figure out the situation, she picked up a pale and beautiful "little pitiful" among the refugees with fierce eyes like a wolf.
"From now on, you can call Qing Ming and follow me home." She patted the boy's head.
The young man's gray eyes were dark, and he tightly grasped the corners of her clothes, treating her like a god from then on.
I wanted to use modern knowledge to farm, make some small inventions, and live a stable and nourishing life. However, fate is always uncertain...
"Su Xiaowan! He glared at me again!" Sun Zhiyang jumped and pointed at the black-clad secret guard behind her.
"He has been afraid of life since he was a child," Su Wan handed over a piece of sweet cake without changing her expression, "Qing Ming, be good."
"You're training a dog!" Sun Zhiyang wailed, "How can I get the second male lead script if I'm not Long Aotian!"
Each of her friends was weirder than the last: the out-of-the-box Grand Prince always came up with strange things, the gentle Mr. Lin seemed to be able to predict the future... And the secret guard she picked up looked at her with increasingly hot and paranoid eyes, which made her panic.
What's even more terrifying is that when I dream back at midnight, the cold memory fragments are repeatedly entangled——
The sharp knife scratched his neck, and the desperate whisper echoed: "Your death... Was not an accident."
