Six years ago, he was the prince who went to Qiaocheng to manage the river, and she was just the daughter of a small commoner.
But I don't know that the sky is high and the sky is high, and I want to embrace the moon from the sky.
After his ears and temples were rubbed together, he repaired the river and returned to Beijing to marry his noble daughter and leave her in Qiaocheng.
She was completely heartbroken and left Qiaocheng to remarry someone else.
Six years later, he came to give her the relics of her husband's death in the war.
So she told two lies.
She told her five-year-old son: "Your father is a great hero who died for his country."
She told Prince Jingui: "My son has nothing to do with His Highness."
The once unattainable man's eyes were red, and he raised his hand to touch his son's eyebrows, which were the same as hers: "I will take you to the capital. I will not be your father in this life, but I will protect you for the rest of your life."
She planned to go to Beijing to receive the imperial decree, protect her son well, spend the rest of her life in peace, and have nothing to do with him anymore.
The capital was prosperous, and she met many old friends. The prime minister and the courtier all cared about her.
The cold and cool prince who always restrained himself and returned courtesy lost his mind and pressed her into the corner with his hot eyes: "If you want to remarry and find a stepfather for your child, then choose me!"
