In the antique room, Fang Yiai sat on the edge of the bed with his eyes wide open, shouting at the maid, "Pull me down, can that girl from Gaoyang marry me?" I don't want a piece of grassland growing above my head. The maid whispered that it is a great blessing that the master has thought about you. He sneered and said that it is a great blessing that the smoke is rising from the ancestor's grave. The library manager in his previous life traveled to the Tang Dynasty a month ago and became Fang Xuanling's biological son. Fang Yiai walked out and had to find the old guy to cancel the engagement. He didn't want to be a consort, especially not to marry Princess Gaoyang. He refused this marriage.
