In the withered bamboo forest, yellowed fallen leaves float sporadically in the forest, a bamboo tree is engraved with the name of a stream, and an incense burner is placed under the bamboo.

Ziwei knelt in front of the incense burner, and threw the dark paper into the fire one by one with a sad face, and suddenly, a dark paper flew into the sky with a puff of green smoke, and slowly burned into ashes.

His pale face was covered with tears, his eyes were swollen from crying, and his eyes were bloodshot. Mu Ran raised his head, looked at the green smoke in the air, and shed another line of tears in his red and swollen eyes.

"Xiaoxi, you have to go well, go to heaven and live happily, don't worry about your useless sister, my fate is full of disasters, I hope we don't know each other in the next life, you won't die miserably without me, it's me who hurt you, Xiaoxi...... Woo......"

Ziwei knelt on the ground, crying bitterly, she regarded Xiaoxi as her own sister, and when she came to this dynasty, only Xiaoxi accompanied her, took care of her, knew her heart, knew cold and hot. However, the kind-hearted Xiaoxi did not get a good reward and passed away miserably, how could she not be heartbroken, how could she not be sad.

She will not forgive the eldest sister for what she did, nor will she forgive the cold-hearted prince who will not save him when he sees death.

The palace is a cannibalistic palace, the eldest sister is a ruthless eldest sister, and the prince is a ruthless prince.

The north wind rolled up the paper ash and blew on her head, and the cold wind struck her thin body, and she ignored it, still lying on the ground and weeping......

A warm fox fur wind covered her body, interrupting her crying.

Standing up straight from the ground and raising his red and swollen eyes, King Xuan stood in front of him, frowning and staring at her silently.

Ziwei suddenly stopped her tears, and her indifferent expression quickly filled her pretty face, and she shook off the extravagant wind with a hula, and didn't pay attention to someone standing next to her, and got up and left the bamboo forest.

King Xuan looked at the wind on the ground that she threw off in annoyance, this is the fox fur that the Emperor of Beijun has just sent from King Ying, pure white as snow, a rare precious thing in the world.

When he returned home today, he didn't even enter the inner courtyard, so he looked for her here, and he sent her to compensate for the misunderstanding and harm to her, and she just disdained to throw it away.

He is a king, he is a husband, he is as proud as he is, whether he is wrong or right, how can he bow his head and admit it, it is the limit to do this, he has never bowed his head to women, he has never flattered women because he has done wrong, and no woman dares to be so rude to him, so disdainful!

This princess, what is he going to do with her......

Picking up the treasure she had lost, she looked at her departing back, the raging north wind blowing her thin clothes, leaving her lonely figure on the shore of the pond.

Such a lonely woman is his princess, he should no longer snub her, and should fulfill his responsibilities as a husband.