Ten miles outside Chang'an City, tea flags are fluttering.
Li Chengqian wore the most ordinary blue cloth shirt, lowered his head and drank tea, trying his best to reduce his presence.
Three years. In three years, he will be deposed, exiled and die in Qianzhou.
All Chang'an thought that Prince Li Chengqian was a waste.
Li Chengqian also hopes that they will continue to feel this way.
Until the sound of horse hooves stopped in front of them, a heroic and beautiful girl jumped off the red horse.
"Your Highness." She smiled, "Stop pretending."
Li Chengqian shook his hand, and the tea bowl fell to the ground and broke into eight petals.
It's over.
After pretending to be useless for three years, it was destroyed by Qingmei.
