In the winter of the seventeenth year of Qingli, the little Princess Jiarong followed her mother, Princess Jing and Princess Cui, to Yuanyin Temple to worship Buddha. It was freezing cold, and after returning to Prince Jing's Mansion, Princess Jiarong fell ill due to a cold. She stayed in bed for seven or eight days before she recovered.
Liu Yunshu opened his eyes and found that he was fourteen years old again.
My father is not dead, my sister is not committing suicide, and I am not trampled to death by horse hooves.
The fourteen-year-old little princess Jiarong was pampered, praised and disrespected by everyone. She was domineering and domineering in the street. Her biggest worry was that her mother didn't like her very much.
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