[A master who hides a knife in his smile and pretends to be a good boy × a sickly and petite child]
Jiang Ran, the legitimate daughter of the Zhenguo Hou Mansion, was placed under house arrest in the palace as the princess's companion, and was used as a pawn for the imperial power to contain the generals.
In order to maintain his good-natured persona, he saved a poor prince who was bullied by his chamberlain.
Unexpectedly, this man's blood could suppress the poison in her body.
"Follow me from now on." Jiang Ran opened his lips word by word, his voice lingering in a low voice, very bewitching.
From then on, Jiang Ran had an inseparable younger brother beside him.
The scumbag father used her as a tool to seize power and used Gu insects to control her.
She, Jiang Ran, was unwilling to be a puppet. Behind her quiet and well-behaved character was a murderous lunatic.
Playing with powerful officials, slandering loyal and good people, and killing military generals.
She entered the situation with her own body and killed the right-hand man of the scumbag father.
Jiang Ran was planning every step of the way, without leaving any plan behind, but the prince he picked up at the beginning became an uncontrollable chess piece.
Song Zhiyuan became the poison-quenched sword in Jiang Ran's hand, but who would have thought that the poor little girl looked at her with a bit of paranoia.
Seeing Jiang Ran smiling at others, he was so jealous that he hurt himself and used pain to numb his despicable love.
Song Zhiyuan had never been gentle and elegant in front of others. Just because the young lady liked this look, he tried his best to suppress the possessiveness growing in his heart, not wanting Jiang Ran to see his eyes turning red with jealousy.
She wanted to lock her up and just watch him, but she didn't like that.
She should be shining brightly and be worshiped by thousands of people; she should be riding on the battlefield and enjoying the spring breeze; she should be sitting in a high hall and guiding the country.
Song Zhiyuan knew that she was suffering from infamy, but what she did was just.
Powerful ministers oppressed poor families, loyal and virtuous people betrayed their country in pursuit of glory, military generals abused virgins... Jiang Ran would not let go of any evil person.
Everyone knows that the Sixth Prince, dressed in white, with the clear breeze and bright moonlight, looks like His Highness the Crown Prince a few years ago.
However, Song Zhiyuan wore the most red clothes. Because Jiang Ran liked red clothes, he only dared to wear them for himself at night, as if he was getting married to her.
Song Zhiyuan tried his best to hide his despicable love, but Jiang Ran still discovered the clues.
Jiang Ran still smiled brightly, but every word he said was heart-breaking, "Song Zhiyuan, your existence is meant to conspire against you. If you have all this time, you might as well use it to think about how to fight back."
"Jiang Ran, I want you to see me more." The humble prayer was abandoned again and again.
Motto: Sunshine always comes after the storm
