I thought I was marrying Feng Chengyuan, the moody, violent, bloody and cruel daughter of the Sixth Emperor, who was notorious for killing her father. But why did the person who lifted up the red scarf turn out to be a suave and unrestrained smiling face, asking him to call her sister You, who was so gentle and affectionate, when he was tired? When he was about to fall asleep, he was awakened in the most brutal way, leaving bruises and scars all over his body. The gloomy voice pressed against his ear, biting his earlobe, and growled lowly, "You are mine. It's best to remember this. Don't fall in love with her, you can only be mine."
The king's heart has not changed, he only laments that his wife's heart has not been known
The last article in the Zifeng Dynasty series, the founding period
Little cure, the one who needs cure is the heroine
Intention: Be yourself