Yu Zi took out a handkerchief from his chest in a timely manner. The handkerchief was yellow in color, but the golden-threaded handwriting was clearly visible. It was a poem—the taste of the human world was pure happiness.
It was exactly her name.
The system was very happy watching from the side.[ Laughing to death, how could ancient people always use a handkerchief to bring up the past]
Yan Huang saw the handkerchief and sighed." This was left behind by the Grand Emperor. When you were young, you set up an engagement. With the handkerchief as a matchmaker, who is the master of the handkerchief is your future husband."
Yan Qinghuan indicated that she could not accept it. If the owner of the handkerchief was a woman, would she marry him?
"How did this handkerchief get into the hands of
