Yu Qinghuan, the concubine of the Hou family, was chosen by the "Fengqi Wutong" prophecy, and everyone said she would marry the prince.
>She refused the marriage in front of the palace and asked to be married to the fourth prince Feng Yan, who was on his sick bed.
>My sister-in-law mocked: "Congratulations to my sister for getting married to a real dragon... Yangyanglong!"
Yu Qinghuan noticed something was wrong when she moved into the Prince's Mansion——
The Border Army newspaper was spread out on the desk of the sickly man, and rare medicinal materials were floating in the soup.
He asked sickly: "Madam, who do you think is more stupid, the prince or the sixth brother?"
Until the rebels emerged at the palace banquet, the princes were at a loss.
Feng Yan casually pulled out the hairpin and shot the assassin. He coughed up blood and took her into his arms: "Don't be afraid."
Yu Qinghuan looked at the corpses on the ground and smiled: "What a coincidence that my husband is, I also have a secret."
——The poison-quenched silver needle in her sleeve didn't even have time to take action.
