"Xian'er, now we have to choose the show, the intrigue in the palace. Just don't get involved in it. Let bygones be bygones. Dad only hopes that you can live safely." Mr. Lu pursed his lips. His red lips had dried to the point of cracking, and his movements were full of reluctance for his daughter. He only had one daughter left. Even though her temper became a little weird after her mother passed away, after all, she was the only daughter to depend on him. It had been almost 8 years. Now, my daughter is 16 years old, and it's time to enter the palace for the draft. If we say goodbye now, I'm afraid she will be a lot lonely in the future.
The woman in front is a perfect beauty, but her appearance...
