If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? ——Nalan Xingde
In the thirty-first year of Kaiyuan, King Luo married Qin Wan'er, the daughter of a minor official. This was King Luo's ninth marriage. The first eight times I married a wife, the bride died mysteriously - drowning, assassination, poisoning...
Everyone said that Qin Wan'er was about to pass through the gate of hell, her life or death unknown.
Even Qin Wan'er's greedy and stingy biological father couldn't help wiping away tears and advised his daughter to simply run away from the marriage.
Qin Wan'er didn't have any ideas and calmly accepted the reality.
As for what she was thinking, no one knows.
Intention: Just be happy