In Yanjing City, no one doesn’t know who is Jun Qing Lan.
Little Marquis of Anping said: “Jun Qing Lan is the best coroner of Northern Xia, there is no one else.”
Princess Chang Le said, “Jun Qing Lan is the prince consort chosen by this princess herself!”
“Jun Qing Lan is this prince’s favorite!” The prince of Duan frowned and coughed, the bright red blood in his mouth staining the silk handkerchief: “Want to steal Jun Qing Lan? Over my dead body!”
Jun Qing Lan held her forehead and sighed: “Little master me is … a woman! A woman!! A woman…… ”