Even Shui Xuan 'er was in a daze, and she didn't know if this was a dream or reality.
It was too surreal.
Shangguan Shaoheng, in his ancient costume, had an otherworldly temperament, as if he was otherworldly and as elegant as a Lotus.
He stood there quietly, like the wind, like a painting, like a dream.
The wind blew gently, and his long black hair fluttered in the wind. His brocade clothes were like snow, and he was a peerless beauty.
Shui Xuan 'er seemed to have been bewitched, and she couldn't help but approach him.
The moment Shui Xuan 'er approached and touched his clothes, she woke up.
After Shui Xuan 'er woke up, she sat up and gasped for breath.
She clutched her chest and only managed to calm her breathing after a long time.
She hit her head, not understanding why she would have such a strange dream.
How could a woman be a Prince in ancient times?
Shui Xuan 'er shook her head and smiled.
