Yan Qinghuan sighed. Even she herself noticed that she had sighed a little more recently.
"It's me. Shen Weihuan."
The voice of the person who came was clear and sweet, and his tail was low and weak. Compared to his usual arrogance and affectation, it was a bit more reserved and gentle, and it was like a rose that had shed its wild thorns. It was beautiful and weak, and it invited the Lord to give it to him.
Shen Weihuan remained silent for a while before saying," So it's the princess."
The system sighed.
###Chapter16,The night was lonely
The night was lonely, and dark clouds covered the moon. Cold wind blew past the window coffin and poured into the room. It stirred the candlelight, Yan Qinghuan walked over and closed the window.
"It's cold at night. The servants taking care of you
