Song Yiqin

The regent of the Tianxia Kingdom, who had control over a huge army and ruled over a powerful kingdom, was never close to women. One day, he was poisoned again and nearly died.

While everyone worried that he had no successors, a kid who looked exactly like he was brought to the palace gate.

Only then did they recall that, five years ago, when the regent was poisoned for the first time, the Yu family's eldest daughter was kidnapped and brought to him for auspicious reasons.

Since they shared similar fates, she did everything she could to help rid him of the poison. However, on the day he awakened, the royal family plotted against her, and she disappeared mysteriously.

The regent's eyes became dim when he saw the kid. "Did your mother finally decide she couldn't forget about me and ask you to return in her stead?"

The kid clenched his jaws. "No! The young prince of Xichu will marry the eldest princess, who is my mother, in a few days. My mother asked me to come and check if you're still alive. She doesn't want you to die on the day she gets married. It's bad luck."

After he finished his sentence, the regent picked him up and walked out with big strides.

"Don't worry. I won't die on your mother's wedding day. After all... I've got a wedding to crash."

Five Years Later, She Bombarded the Palace with a Miniature Version of the Regent

Qian Qing remained silent, feeling awkward.

Luo Xiuran, on the other hand, happily picked up the sachet. Then, he scoffed at Feng Yili and said, "What do you know? This sachet is so beautiful."

"Young Marquis Luo, this sachet…" Qian Qing said with a frown.

However, Luo Xiuran tied the sachet to his waist and said proudly, "I already took this sachet. Whether you planned to give it to me or not, it's already mine."

Qian Qing did not protest. After all, the sachet was indeed made for Luo Xiuran. She lowered her head and quickly said to Feng Yili and the little bun, "Your Royal Highness, Little Master, I'll take my leave first."

With that, Qian Qing quickly left. No matter how one looked at it, it seemed like she was fleeing.

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