Daughter Ronghua: Your Majesty, Don't Be so Presumptuous

She is the legitimate daughter of Zuo Xiang. She has been ill for fifteen years. She is well-educated and beautiful. He is the prince of Nanchen, a playboy, overbearing, and indifferent to people. He is handsome yet cold as ice. She met him in her best years, and he met her in his most indifferent years. The illness had a cause, and she almost wanted to die in Zuo Xiang's house. She had an epiphany, and he was alert. She vowed to walk out of the boudoir with the person she loved for the sake of her love, and use blood to cleanse the filth hidden in the dark in the door of the house. Such them. Is it love? Hate or hate? Xie Yan stuck a spear upside down in front of the carriage and looked at the carriage coldly. The brocade curtain was halfway open, and Shen Huaqing said leisurely, "Why did the prince stop the little girl's carriage? Don't you know that it is rude to stop the carriage and startle the horse?" Xie Yan's eyes were like the cold waves of the autumn moon. He was silent for a long time, and then slowly uttered three words, "I am happy."