Gu Hengzhi stood in front of the sealed gallery, and Mo Qianshang held Xin Huan's arm and smiled blindingly: "With your bloodline, are you worthy of competing with me?" Business rivals maliciously lowered prices, and nobles criticized her works for having no soul. She turned around and ran into Li Chengyuan's arms, and the man said in a low voice: "Marry me, and all the troubles will disappear in three days." On the wedding night, the five-year-old boy Li Nian'an climbed into her lap and said, "Mom, daddy has been peeking at your picture album for ten years." The tips of Li Chengyuan's ears turned red, but he handed over an agreement: "Fake marriage, and you will be free after one year." When Gu Hengzhi was splashed with red wine at the reception, golden lines sprouted from her fingertips, and werewolves in the entire hall knelt on the ground. She wiped the bloodstains and sneered: "Who said the golden veins bloodline is just a legend?" The roses she drew casually made the enemy army sleep for three days, and the lullaby she sang caused thousands of troops to switch sides. But when she found clues about the lost child, Li Chengyuan took off his wedding ring: "I'm sorry, Nian'an is not your child." The next second, Mengbao pulled out the DNA and reported: "Mom, dad said he has secretly loved you for twelve years last night!" In the cold green night wind, at the end of the awakening of the trillions of gold-patterned bloodline, was the secret that Li Chengyuan had hidden for twelve years - the girl who saved the wolf cub had long been the king carved into his bones and blood.
