"Your name will be Snake Soup until you find the state preceptor."
Feng Ruqing carried its tail and walked out of the back garden with a cold face, leaving only Xiao Qing's tears in the air, with endless heartache and grievances.
It always felt like it was jumping into a fire pit, and could never climb out of it.
***
In the imperial study room of Haitian Kingdom.
Princess Qingjiu bit her lip. Her formerly innocent face was now covered with a resolute, determined expression.
"Father, I don't want to marry anyone, especially those so-called talented young masters within Haitian Kingdom."
She had no interest in any of them.
