For Su Yan, the most joyful and carefree years in her life were not the days of fine clothing and fine food in the Hou Mansion, but the time spent with her nominal brother on Xiaohan Mountain.
As for Su Mengzhen, all the dreams in his life were full of bloodshed, and only the most secret and tender dream was hidden in the eldest sister.
At that time, they were still teenagers, the tung flowers were rustling, the sun was shining brightly, and there were no turbulences in the world in the future. She had not yet had blood on her hands, and he had not yet ruled the world.