The throne of the emperor is like smoke and love is like mountains, but I will not let you down when I fall to the end of the world.
He is the magnificent Ninth Prince, and she is the young master of the Peach Blossom Valley cottage.
"Can't you, instead of being the emperor, just be my man?" Her voice trembled, and she stared at the man in front of her with her bright eyes.
The slight bite of her lower lip betrayed the insecurity and longing she was trying so hard to hide.
He smiled slightly, with spring flowers blooming, and opened his thin lips lightly, "Okay." As soon as he finished speaking, his soft body fell into his arms, sobbing.