After being isolated from love for many years, Xiang Qi's little peach blossom finally broke through the ice and bloomed like a spring.
Helpless, cannon fodder is cannon fodder. In the envious eyes of everyone, she copied and pasted the Cinderella story, but what appeared was a bunch of garbled characters.
Xiang Qi never expected that life would be like mixing three ounces of dog blood with one ounce of cold water and then dousing her from head to toe, letting the prince match the princess and mung bean the bastard. Her little chess game had its own expert to take over.