France.

Lan's estate.

It wasn't called that before, it was the name that people used to call after it expanded. This ancient and large estate is located in a vast green field with lush and beautiful gardens. From the outside, through the shadows of the trees and flowers, you can also faintly see the unique and delicate outlines of several buildings. In addition to the main villa, there are several newly renovated annexes in the park. Passers-by can see the famous Tower Lake through the protective fence outside the park, which is an extremely beautiful blue artificial lake, and together with the white rose clock tower on the shore, it has a long history of construction and is the most familiar symbol of the Lan Manor.

In China, it is the only estate where the royal family allows Asians to live, and the honor of the Lan family is evident. Since its inception in the last century, it has lasted for several generations, and this generation of power is Mr. Lan Zongrong, but he acts in a low-key manner and rarely shows up. The world only knows that the vast manor now lives only him and his granddaughter brought back from abroad.

The manor area is not open to the public, and only a few people can be accommodated. For a long time, this manor was closed and guarded, blocking the noise from the outside world, and it seemed quiet and secluded and extremely mysterious.

Here's where the story begins.

Lan Qingchuan was not born here, but she came here alone more than ten years ago, with a deep scar on her heart, to this flower, which is where her mother grew up.

She was five years old, dressed in loose black, and was picked up from the back seat by her grandfather, and her eyes were met by the old man's compassionate gaze. She was fragile, grief-stricken and frightened, and she was sick from the soil. In her coma, she heard her grandfather's sighs. She still remembers him saying that even if this child recovers physically, the injury at the tip of his heart is afraid that it will be difficult to repair.

When she was seven years old, her father married someone else and brought a little girl into the house. She was far away in France and knew nothing. It is only known that her maternal grandfather dropped his beloved teapot and lost his temper.

The past came in little by little with the sun, and she suddenly woke up from her sleep. Outside the curtains, the flowers and trees are verdant, and the sun is magnificent.

The strength of this generation of the Lan clan still exists, but it suffers from the scarcity of descendants and the elites of the side lines scattered all over the world. His maternal grandfather, Lan Zongrong, was getting older, and the family was already powerless in many things, and he needed an heir with pure blood and outstanding excellence.

The Lan family originally had such an heir, that was Lan Qingchuan's maternal uncle Lan Yuanli, but he didn't say goodbye a few years ago, and he hasn't heard from him since. As soon as he left, the impact on the family was extraordinary. Although his grandfather was angry and sad, with the arrival of Lan Qingchuan, his eyes gradually turned to her.

Lan Qingchuan was cultivated by Lan Zongrong, and was the leader of the younger generation of the family, and was also the most loved by her maternal grandfather. In recent years, her father Fang Yuzhong suddenly remembered that he still had such a daughter, and had been urging her to return to China, but he was unclear. Many years ago, in the eyes of everyone, Fang Yuzhong was just an ambitious entrant, and he borrowed the east wind of the Lan family to have a bright future. But after so many years, even if he secretly competed with the Lan family, he did not suffer, and his mind and methods were powerful. My grandfather was exhausted, and no matter how much he loved her and protected her, he had to let go.

She was extremely uncomfortable, but she was helpless. After all, she was too young to accept her grandfather's wishes.

This year, Lan Qingchuan was seventeen years old, far away in France, and grew up for more than ten years.