After the death of his biological mother, Shen Yuanan, who was only eight years old, was sent to Jinzhou's maternal ancestor Jiang's family for foster care by his grandfather, Marquis Xuanping.
When she was thirteen years old, she assumed the pseudonym Jiang Wannian and took charge of all the Jiang family's properties.
Five years later, Shen Yuanan returned to the Xuanping Hou Mansion to avenge his deceased mother.
However, the great revenge was not avenged, but he died tragically at the hands of his concubine.
Once she was reborn, she changed her body and became Princess Zhaoyang's only daughter, Princess Yong'an.
However, at this time, Princess Yong'an had been granted a marriage by the emperor and was betrothed to the eldest son of the Jin Dynasty, Zhao Jing, as his wife.
On their wedding night, Zhao Jing looked stern and warned every word: "Stay safe and keep to yourself. Don't make trouble outside and disgrace the Jin Palace. Jinzhou is not the capital, and you will not be allowed to be presumptuous."
Shen Yuanan's eyes were red, he pretended to be pitiful, and took the opportunity to propose that he and Zhao Jing be a couple in name only.
At that time, Zhao Jing felt that the princess was naive and ridiculous, and she didn't know what she could do, so she agreed without any care.
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Recently, everyone in the East Palace is walking on thin ice and acting cautiously.
Just because the prince was in a bad mood, he looked gloomy every day.
On this day, Zhao Jing couldn't stand Shen Yuanan's ignorance of him, so he shamelessly climbed onto the bed and apologized in her ear: "Niao Niao, I'm sorry."
"You, what did you call me just now?" Shen Yuanan suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Jing in horror.
"Niao Niao, I call you Niao Niao."
After Zhao Jing finished speaking, there was a deathly silence in the bedroom.
After a long time, Shen Yuanan found his voice and asked in a trembling voice: "How do you know this name?"
Zhao Jing leaned forward slightly, her warm breath brushed against her ears, and she whispered: "On that day at Prajna Temple, I heard the conversation between you and my grandfather."
"How dare you eavesdrop!" Shen Yuanan's eyes widened with anger.
Zhao Jing did not defend herself, but raised her hand to brush away the hair hanging down from her cheeks. There was a slight smile on her lips, and her eyes were filled with unbreakable tenderness.
After a long time, Shen Yuanan seemed to have dropped all his guard and asked softly: "Then... Are you afraid of me?"
Hearing this, Zhao Jing leaned down and pressed a kiss on her soft lips, then pressed against the corner of her lips and murmured in a low voice, "I only feel sorry for you, for you who have suffered so much."
Intention: Destined by fate