That year, she was sixteen and he was twenty.
Not only because of that look back in the rain and the charming smile, but also because of the song "The Fairy in the Painting" played at night during the Qingming Festival, or because of the all-night heart-to-heart talks on the windstand, their fates are closely connected.
In the fourth year of the reign of the regent of Xisheng Kingdom, autumn. The prince Wei Chi Lie asked himself to give up the throne to him, only willing to guard the pure land of his mother and concubine with his wife Ning Yue. He accepted it, maybe Xiaolie wanted to leave this sad place. And their lives opened a new chapter.
"I want to conquer it myself."
"What?" Royal, driving, marrying, conquering? How could she rest assured that she had no eyes in the battlefield, but she couldn't be a hindrance to him. Since she couldn't stop him, she had to go with him.
My eyes were blurry, how could this happen, why did this happen? His mother and concubine left him, and Yan'er also left him. He didn't believe it because the body hadn't been found yet. He didn't believe she was dead.