On my eighteenth birthday, I married the most noble prince of the Central Plains Dynasty.
I sat on the wedding bed, waiting happily for my husband to take off my hijab.
But instead of waiting for my husband, a sharp arrow came, pierced my hijab and nailed it to the wall.
The owner of that sharp arrow is the prince.
The prince slapped me: "You alone are worthy of being my crown prince?"
I covered half of my red and swollen face and fainted. When I woke up, I was imprisoned by him in an unknown house.
I heard someone say: "Your Highness is getting married again."
"What about the child in Madam's belly?"
[The arrogant Prince of Central Plains VS the bright and flamboyant girl from the Western Regions]
There is an element of forced love. If you don't like it, don't enter.
1V1, SC, HE
The title of the article is taken from the Internet.
Purpose: The country is prosperous, the people are harmonious, the world is free, and life is democratic.