At the Chang'an Hairpin Banquet, a dozen concubines from the least favored families stood with their heads bowed, waiting to be chosen. Only the thirteenth princess, Xiao Qingyue, has a relaxed attitude. After all, everyone knows that I have loved her for ten years. As the only son of the king of the opposite sex, I hold in my hand the sachet that determines whether she, the least favored princess, will keep it. If she doesn't get it, she will be sent to the Huns for marriage. But even though I had prepared the dowry and wedding room, she still ignored my pleading eyes and tied the sachet around the waist of the cautious illegitimate child in public. "He and I share the same destiny." She whispered to me sideways, with a smile on her lips, "Ayan, you will always protect me, right?" The gong sounded, and the ceremony officer sang: "The sachet is fixed!" I looked at her shoulders and neck that suddenly relaxed, and smiled silently. That's fine. Half a month later, at Yinshi, I personally saw her and her car out of customs.
