As soon as the news came out that Princess Jinning had chosen a husband, no man in the palace was excited. Just because everyone knows that the final groom will only be the Ninth Prince who is the least favored in the palace. After all, I have loved Xie Yuan for ten years. Most of the unfavored princes in the palace were sent to neighboring countries as hostages. Only Xie Yuan grew up safely and safely. As the only daughter of a king with a different surname, today is my last chance to protect him from being sent to the Huns. But Xie Yuan paused when he passed by me and took the sachet from the concubine behind him. "Aning, she needs me more than you." He lowered his head and nodded to me: "It's just a marriage. Your status is precious, no one dares to laugh at you." The gong sounded, and the etiquette officer sang: "The sachet is ready-" Looking at his sudden relaxation of his shoulders and neck, I took back the sachet with a smile. But later, when the team sending him to get married arrived in the hinterland of the Xiongnu, why did Xie Yuan cry and hold on to me and not let go?
