Song Jinyuan is the blood of the late emperor who was left in exile during the struggle for the right to inherit the throne twelve years ago.
On the sixth day after her father's death, the county magistrate, who always had a high opinion of herself, knocked respectfully on her door and told her that someone would be coming to take her back to Beijing soon.
If her father's murder case had not happened to be handed over to Dali Temple for trial, Dali Temple would not have followed the clues to find her, a royal bloodline who was a private businessman.
Song Jinyuan knew that this matter was not simple, and as expected, he was assassinated while resting in an inn on his way back to Beijing.
The assassin's sword lay across her neck, and the sword's surface was shiny under the candlelight, making her slender and white neck even more fragile.
"His Majesty wants you to get married to Beili."
The assassin was behind Song Jinyuan and couldn't see her expression clearly, he could only feel her body trembling slightly.
After a while, he heard the person in front of him speak.
"I want to go."
Intention: Rely on yourself