Funeral

I was the princess of the former dynasty. When he raised an army to rebel, I was still placing a paper kite in my palace. Maybe the wind was too strong and the thread broke, so the kite flew out. I asked the palace maid to look for it, but I saw him stepping into my palace with a crushed paper kite and a bloody sword. "Your Highness Princess, long time no see." He was the only son of the Feng King. The Feng King had saved his father's life and was his father's childhood playmate, so his father named him a king with a different surname, gave him a fief, some shops, ensured that he had no worries about food and clothing, and he was still a hereditary king. However, his father listened to the slander and ransacked the entire Feng Prince's house before getting angry. The four-year-old prince survived with the gold medal for immunity from death, and then there was no news from him. Everyone thought he died somewhere, but who would have thought that he was actually the popular one-eyed general, Zhao Wan. The man who was supposed to be my consort in one month.