In her last life, it was snowing heavily in the northern country. She fell from the clouds and was imprisoned, with her hands and feet shackled and her clothes uncovered.
He used iron pliers to hold up her snow-like chin, and his eyes were like the sea: "Remember this face."
Time went back to three years ago, when she was still the noble young highness of the Southern Kingdom, and the same scene in her previous life appeared again.
The military attachés returning from the south brought a group of northern war slaves, who were strung together in a team with ropes, their hands and feet bound, and their bodies covered with rags.
Recognizing that handsome face, her eyes trembled.
The exact same words from the military attache's previous life came to my ears again: "Princess, this slave is particularly violent and mischievous. Should he be punished on the spot, or should he be dedicated to His Majesty?"
The former is death, the latter is life worse than death.
This time, she stopped giving porridge, raised her eyebrows coldly, and said in a tone like the ice and snow of the North: "Follow me."
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The war slave climbed up from the inhuman bottom in the Southern Kingdom, and climbed up to the court and the princess's bed step by step.
One day, the princess fell drunk in his arms and accidentally said: "Do you know that if you had not followed me that day, you would be the emperor of the Northern Kingdom now."
He quietly held the beauty in his arms, his usually cold and cruel eyes full of tenderness: "I thought it was better this way."
[The heroic eldest princess × the beautiful, powerful and miserable emperor of the enemy country]
#Winter ice and snow, embracing you, will no longer be cold.
Advance payment 2020.11.26
Purpose: Love and Peace
