In his previous life, Yi Yanhuan tried his best to make Xie Longxiao die in front of him. Princess Huayang Yi Yanhuan, a remnant of the previous dynasty, pointed timidly at Xie Longxiao not far away, and Xie Longxiao started to melt like the ice on a lonely night. From that day on, there was a delicate little girl behind Xie Longxiao. He taught her calligraphy, painting, horseback riding, and sword dancing, and watched the Lantern Festival lanterns with her. He watched her grow her hair and quarreled, and the ice in his heart melted into a stream of spring water. With an imperial edict, eight sedans, and a newlywed, Yi Yanhuan became the most unnecessary one. The candle shadow flickered red, and Yi Yanhuan absorbed all the blood in his heart, leaving only his cold body. After the wedding, Xie Longxiao still treated her the same way as before, but she only had ridicule. No matter how good at calculating Xie Longxiao was, he never thought that Yi Yanhuan would plot against him. The white chess piece is a black piece. Yi Yanhuan would rather become a piece in the chess game than let Xie Longxiao express his love. Everyone lamented that Yi Yanhuan was a madwoman who personally killed Prince Xuan, who had raised her for seven years. "Did you know that after the destruction of the country and the loss of relatives, Xie Longxiao was the light," Yi Yanhuan murmured, tears sliding down his face. "After all, I was wrong. I snuffed out my light with my own hands." Yi Yan sobbed... "A storm is surging above the court. How dare I say love so easily?"
In this life, I must be firmly with you.
Purpose: Looking for lost love and warmth