In the capital, people ranged from the royal family to the common people.
Everyone knows that Yan Qingxiang, the princess of Zhaohe, and Rong Hao, the young prince of the Ningyuan family, are incompatible and tit-for-tat rivals.
Until one day, Yan Qingxiang saw a strangely dressed girl in the makeup mirror who looked very similar to him and called her "ancestor".
Yan Qingxiang: Wait! My ears don't seem to be very good. Who did you just say I married?
Rong Xuantong: Um... Rong Hao, the Marquis of Ningyuan.
Yan Qingxiang: Me? ? ? With that bastard Rong Hao? ? ? Are you kidding!
Rong Xuantong held out a book aggrievedly: Ancestor, the love story between you two is written in the history books! Look! There is also a picture of your marriage certificate, which is now in the museum.
Yan Qingxiang: Huh? It's really my handwriting!
