Above the white snow, corpses were strewn, and vultures were circling in the sky.
When Nangong Yan crawled out of the snow, she told herself that Princess Hengshan was dead and that the kiss was discordant with her.
She was going back to take his life.
"I promise you the position of concubine and will wait for you for three years."
She had been waiting for these words from him for many years, but she could easily get them from others.
Both Xia Kingdom and Zhou Dynasty announced the death of the princess.
And in Yangzhou City, a peerless piano girl suddenly appeared.
If you want to be her guest, you have to be able to tell stories.
After listening to the story, she transformed into the lady of the Xie family and the fiancée of King Jingnan.
"She is your fiancée, then who am I?"
Xie Wanyun, who had been sent away long ago, unexpectedly appeared in the palace.
The dispute between the real and fake fiancée is full of doubts.
Is it holding hands with your lover or is it just pretending to be real?
"Yanyan, I will go to the emperor and ask him to choose another clan daughter to marry."
"If you stay in Dazhou, will you marry me?"
"If there is another life, I will definitely marry you, but..."
"I won't marry you, and I won't marry you in the next life. You can't let go of your military power, so you won't be my consort. And I am a princess, and I will not let you choose."
As time passed and she was trapped in a cage, she realized that it was not just military power that he could not let go of. In the colorful world, he only let her go.
Note:
The male protagonist is an orphan from the previous dynasty. His life experience has been concealed for many years. He is decisive in killing and has psychological trauma. He is a crazy person. The first few chapters are all described in profile.
The most favored princess of the heroine was disheartened and embarked on the road to reconciliation. She was assassinated by the hero and was not dead. She wanted revenge in her heart and wavered between determination and soft-heartedness.
Intention: If life were just like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind be so sad as to draw a fan? Can what is lost be recovered?