Qinglan Tribulation

Killing, bloody. He paved everything and waited for thousands of miles of mountains and rivers to come under his feet. Protect, accompany. She took everything and waited for all evil retribution to be repaid for him. "To me, you are the prince, the master, and the master. You are the person that I, Yuan Qinglan, will not let down until my death." She has been with Nan Botong since she was a child. Her admiration and admiration has accumulated over time, and eventually it all turned into love and was buried deeply in her heart. Ten years of forbearance, revenge for killing relatives. Even if he kills countless people and sinks himself for the sake of power, he will never regret it. "A-Lan, I can't bear to be alone with you." Even if she pretends to be someone else, for her sake, she holds a bamboo harp in a folk pavilion and plays with her sleeves, holding warm fragrant sandalwood and stroking thousands of green silk threads. He clearly has the coldest heart in the world, but he also has the most healing smile in the world. It turns out that behind the bloodthirsty is her deep affection.