Initially filled with guilt, Song Qinyang followed him with a snotty grin on his face, unaware that his family had been ruined.
The Mangman Huangsha Prince whispered in his ear that he must live, even if dozens of hungry wolves surrounded them, holding Chi'er in his arms as they fought their way out.
Fifteen years later, Chier raised his sword to his throat, gritted his teeth and said——
I want to give you something worthy of you. I tossed and turned, but still couldn't figure it out. I got a word yesterday, and today I told your highness that I want to give you this world and let you be the king!
Song Qinyang, if you want to pass, then pass over my body!
Your Highness, this country is already in turmoil. Let me go and we can change the dynasty together. The world will still have the surname Zhao, how about it?
Intention: From now on, there will only be each other in our lives