When Yun Potian went down to join the Jianghu Order for the first time, he accidentally rescued a sickly and beautiful young man. Unexpectedly, he was entangled by the young man while doing good deeds.
The young man thanked and blinked his beautiful but pitiful eyes and begged, "Sister, I'm afraid, can I follow you in the future?"
When the words of rejection came to her lips, she gritted her teeth and swallowed, "Isn't it just a child? She can afford it!"
She thought she had raised a caring little cotton-padded jacket, but she didn't expect that she turned out to be a delicate and frail young lady.
"Sister, the bed here is so hard, I can't sleep."
"Sister, the teacup here is so dirty, I won't drink it."
"Sister, I'm scared, don't leave me."
Whenever she wanted to refuse, but looking at that pitiful face, she swallowed the words hard and could only serve Miss Xie hard and without complaint.
Just when she decided that Xie Sheng was an indispensable person in her life, Xie Sheng gave her a fatal blow.
Overnight, the sickly seven-year-old boy turned into a gloomy and crazy eighth prince.
The master died because of him, and the senior brother was also killed by him.
However, he returned to the capital to enjoy the glory and wealth.
Yun Potian was determined to crush Xie Sheng into ashes. She fought all the way to the capital, but was captured by him.
Xie Sheng kissed her lips, "Sister, I miss you so much. You finally came to me."
