The fragrance lingered, and a broken silhouette was reflected on the soft gauze screen. The figure behind the screen disappeared suddenly in the next second. She was suddenly startled for no reason. In the blink of an eye, the sound of dragging and lazy footsteps had reached her ears, followed by his tired voice. It was hard to tell whether it was sadness or joy: "Are you Yang Wenjun's daughter?"
She said: "Yes"
Before meeting King Huainan, she had imagined countless times what a man who massacred Yong'an City would look like, a scheming and powerful official, or a ruthless executioner, maybe both. But what she didn't expect was that he turned out to be such a noble gentleman, with a trace of residual sadness hanging on his thin face, and a slightly mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, like a mist.
He smiled indifferently and said with a dull look, "Is that the little girl who swore to kill me with a thousand knives?"
She was surprised that the remaining memory was no longer enough to support her recall of what she had said.
"It's such a pity that your father spilled blood from his throat and stained my boots, and you even forgot about it." King Huainan smiled slightly, "I wish I could have sent you to be buried with him."
She smiled and said, "Actually, it's not too late for you to send me to be buried with you. If you don't kill me now, I might still kill you someday."
After thinking about it for a long time, I finally opened up a new pit of ancient novels. It is still my usual style. The whole article is roughly connected by a bunch of conspiracies. The relationship between the male and female protagonists is quite... Um... Strange. It's not sweet or CP at all~~Hahaha, I haven't written for a long time and wonder if you all still remember me. I hope you support me, boots~
Intention: No one's promises are vague and thin, only what you have in your hands counts