That day, He Ping'an slept like the dead. When she woke up, the Little Heir's full-month banquet was already over.
She sat on the bed, staring at the thin twilight, slowly recalling the chaotic scenes from earlier that day.
The princess wanted to bestow a marriage upon her...
She patted her head. Her hair was a messy pile on top, and her neck could barely support it. Helplessly, she fell back, thinking of what Lin Yao had said to her before.
What kind of reward was this? Prince Jin was simply—
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