Naturally cool.
Ji Ziwan prefers to describe herself this way than being the most intelligent person in the world.
The sound of the piano continued to play for three days. She picked up the most beautiful rose flower, lowered her eyes, smiled softly, and faintly chanted: This flower is never without the spring breeze.
How many people in this world know the real her?
Is it Ming Zheng who is willing to be a loyal servant, Feng Xuan who loves her all his life, or is it the emperor who is domineering and protective of her?
She didn't know and didn't want to think about it.
Finally, when she finally got to the back seat, she could only sigh——
Feeling grateful for his wealth,
Hate the beauty of the country.