Merchants value profits, and the first merchant of Shang and Yong Dynasty, Princess Xianyue, is such a person. Sincerity is worthless in her eyes. She only sees interests. She will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals, with a warm face and a cold heart. He may seem gentle and courteous when dealing with others, but he is actually distant. Adhering to the creed that the prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit, he plays with people's hearts.
Can such a cold-blooded person still have someone he likes?
This is a question that Xiaomin Wang Jiang Yanxi has never been able to solve.
Bai Yueguang, who is still born, can recite poems at the age of three, and can write poems at the age of seven, and is praised by everyone as a great talent - Li Zishuo.
Jiang Yanxi had met him once. He was really as gentle as jade and even more handsome than Pan An. Wearing white clothes, a folding fan, a guqin, a paper umbrella, and a white horse, he looks like a humble gentleman coming out of an ink painting. The stars are holding the moon, and everything around him is eclipsed.
Maybe she also has a heart! It's just that I've never given it to anyone else.
Jiang Yanxi thought that she would never tell anyone about it in her life.
Maybe it was that year when raindrops filled the mountains, and I was startled at a glance; maybe it was that year when the bright snow fell on the branches, and I glanced at the city tower; maybe it was the sound of the piano that night, which was heart-stirring.
Perhaps, this is the result of ignorance, and it goes deeper!
He is willing to save himself to save her, and will never look back until death.
And what kind of fog is hidden under this prosperous scene...
Intention: Uh, I don't know