A young drama queen who traveled through time and became the daughter of the prime minister's palace bumped into the cold-faced prince who had been planning for a long time. [Sweet pet + double cleansing]
Shangguan Shiyao woke up and transformed into the sick daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion who had been missing her soul for eighteen years.
There is no system, no golden finger, but a marriage certificate - the fiancé is the decisive, cold-faced and cold-hearted King of Jingan, Ye Jingyan.
Shangguan Shiyao: (Huddled in the corner of the carriage) Prince, we are not familiar with each other, how about we each do our own thing?
Ye Jingyan: (looking at her lightly) It's up to you.
She believed it.
Then she realized that the way the prince looked at her was getting more and more strange - she kowtowed, but he was nervous; she fell into the ice lake, and he rushed down first; she casually said "want to be safe", and he rushed into Beidi alone, was poisoned by poison, and almost lost his life.
There was a severe drought in the Western Regions and a prophecy came from the sky. She was kidnapped as a "saint" and asked to perform a dance as a sacrifice to the heaven in order to obtain sweet rain.
Shangguan Shiyao: (collapses) I am a saint from Daxing, not from the Western Regions! And I can't dance at all!
Azhu: (Pious) Your Highness, it is recorded in ancient books that the saint will dance when she takes the stage.
Shangguan Shiyao: (Despair) What if I don't know how to do it? Standing there in front of the whole city, like a piece of wood?
She bravely stepped onto the altar, the drums sounded, and her body moved involuntarily. At the end of the dance, sweet rain poured down, and she was so tired that her legs became weak and she sat directly on the wet stage.
The man came out of the heavy rain, took off his robe and put it on her shoulders, bent down and picked her up.
——"Princess, I'm here to take you home."
——"Why did you come here... I'm almost exhausted."
