Ever since Prince Fuyuan could remember, his mother had told him: "Jiao Jiao's father and brother died in battle for Dayan's country. You must protect her and don't let her be bullied."
Fuyuan responded absently, but sneered in his heart, for such a little thing, would someone bully her?
Later, it thundered and rained, and the little girl stood in front of him holding the quilt and said with tears in her eyes: "Brother Prince, I'm afraid."
Fuyuan was silent for a moment, and finally said coldly: "Come in and sleep with me."
Everyone could see that the prince was special to this little orphan girl, but His Highness the prince sneered coldly: "I just feel sorry for her."
Jiao Jiao was hiding behind the door. When she heard these words, Ruxing's eyes dimmed instantly. She clenched the concentric lock in her hand, but ultimately failed to send it out.
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Jiao Jiao had a long dream.
In the dream, she lost her parents, so she was brought up in the palace. The Queen treated her very well, and even His Royal Highness, who was always aloof, made exceptions for her many times.
As time went by, she thought it was liking and love, but later she realized that it was the royal family's compensation and regret.
In the dream, she watched Fuyuan get married to someone else, and then she realized that Fuyuan treated her with pity and comfort, but not with love.
In order not to repeat the same mistake in her dream, she could no longer have such wishful thinking and just wanted to find a decent man to get married and live a happy life.
However, on the night of her wedding to Weiyuan General Huo Xiao, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who had always been as cold as a banished immortal, led his troops and stood in front of the wedding room, looking at the shining red candle, with a dark fire burning in the depths of his eyes.
He finally took her back, and her face under the phoenix crown was as clear as the new moon, and the morning glow reflected the snow, but there was only peace in those sparkling eyes, without the love of the past.
Fuyuan's hands were trembling for some reason. His cold knuckles were attached to her lips, and his voice was pleading, "Jiaojiao, I am yours and yours alone. Be my crown princess, okay?"
Nie Jiaojiao pushed his hand away, her red lips parted slightly, "No."
Not a trace of hesitation.
Her clear eyes were finally willing to look at him, "What do you want, Your Highness, to return my husband to me?"
Nie Jiaojiao once held her heart in front of Fuyuan without concealing it, but Fuyuan turned a blind eye.
Later, she gave that heart to others.
Fuyuan went crazy.
*His Royal Highness the cold-hearted and sinister prince
*Imaginary background, please do not verify it
Intention: The prince will be cremated.
