Nan Xian’s Whereabouts II

"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.

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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.