Nangong Qian, the handsome and cold and arrogant prince of the ancient Kingdom of Ruth, looked at the world sideways and realized that his true love had long been buried with his mother and concubine. His indifferent heart would no longer flutter for an unrelated woman. Faced with the Queen's intentional arrangements again and again, he accepted them with a smile but not a smile. What's surprising is that these women disappeared before they could even get dressed. What is left is the endless speculation of the world: this cold and beautiful prince has a curse that cannot be solved by God, and he is destined to be alone for a lifetime.
A woman who was born in the prime minister's boudoir but grew up in the mountains. She is as graceful as a mountain and as gentle as water. She has a pair of red phoenix and triangular eyes that look down upon all things. She is solitary and self-admiring. After twenty years of life, she still loves to play in the mountains without being fettered.
It was a deliberate encounter, a life of engagement; the approach of conspiracy after conspiracy; and the beginning of all misunderstandings; two cold hearts slowly melting.
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The night was slightly cold. He hugged the woman in front of him tightly, evoked a smile, and whispered softly into her ear: "Everyone in the world said that it was Xin'er's eyes that seduced me. How should you apologize?" She gently pushed him away, and her smile filled the moonlight with a bit of charm: "The third master forced his heart to stay in the palace, how should he compensate for the heart's words?"
He pulled Xinyu into his arms again and buried his head deeply in her hair. It was more like giving an order: "I can only have you by my side for the rest of my life, so I will punish you to live by my side for the rest of my life. If you want to leave, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"
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For the oath I made, I am willing to devote all my tenderness and affection to you to keep you by my side. I have always believed that the best ending of love is not waiting silently; it is not the warm memories of the past; it is not missing people when seeing things; it is walking hand in hand through the long and prosperous life and watching the flowers bloom and fall side by side. I just don't know where you are now?
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