Everyone knows that the prince and the grand master's youngest daughter are a match made in heaven. They are childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts and so on. There are endless words of praise...
On the New Year's Eve of her first year as the general's wife, Qingmei happily told her story to her little maid and said with emotion: "I remember back then... I was also the perfect candidate for the legendary princess with both beauty and talent. How could I have imagined..."
"Have you ever thought about anything?" A certain general braved the wind and snow and stepped in with a smile on his face.
"I never thought that there would be such an outstanding young talent as my husband in this world. Comparing it like this, a prince or a prince is no match for me..." A certain bastard quickly stepped forward to show his courtesy, but was hugged by a certain general. He said with a smile, "This is why our childhood sweethearts are not as good as the gods."
Chu Qingbai leaned in Jimohan's arms, her mind wandering to a few years ago. The Rakshasa in the dark night that the world said was her first light in the days when she couldn't see the light. Thinking about this, she couldn't help but murmured: "Yes, childhood sweethearts are not as good as the gods."
Intention: Only when you are strong can you be on the right path