Sitting in the familiar carriage, the wheels ran over the bluestone pavement, and it was still so bumpy.

Memories are like a flood that has been unloaded from the floodgates, drowning Liu Yiran. The scenes that happened in the palace seem familiar as yesterday.

The little princess is still wearing a dazzling red dress today, and the whole person looks full of aura. She sat in the carriage and was silent all the way, not knowing what she was thinking, or if she just didn't want to speak.

Liu Yiran looked at the scenery outside the window,

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