Can the late emperor's engagement still count?
Does profit-laden coercion really work?
Is the twisted melon satisfactory?
"You are my concubine! How can you allow others to peep at you?"
"If that's the case, then I will help you! Castrate him, and he will be by your side in a legitimate manner! Okay?"
Does he really love?
There are countless questions and countless puzzles, just like the quenched snow on the top of the mountain, so cold that people can't escape for a while.
One night, Shao Yuan walked quietly to the sleeping An Wan'er and looked at her sleeping face quietly until the sun rose. Maybe she didn't know that he had been here...
"You are the Emperor! Really... Just the Emperor..."
From then on, her eyes became calm and lackluster, like a pool of stagnant water...
Intention: A match made in heaven, lost and found again
