On the day that Su Nanxu was sent away by her husband Murong Jing with a glass of poisonous wine, he saw his stepmother standing next to him.
When I open my eyes again, I am sixteen years old. Murong Jing sat in the main hall of her house, waiting for her to nod shyly.
She put down the tea cup and broke up the engagement in front of all the guests in the hall.
There was a man squatting on the porch. The Ninth Prince Murong Su was setting the bones of a sparrow with a broken wing. He glanced at her: Broken bones can be repaired. But get it right.
Those words seemed to be spoken to Queer. But Su Nanxu felt that he knew something.
In this life, she will no longer serve anyone tea.
And he was waiting under the lamp for her to ask.
Intention: Don't serve tea for others, only hold the lamp for yourself.