Start practicing from marrying the disfigured princess

Ren Pingsheng was startled and turned his head to look.

Chang An was lying flat on the bed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, her face covered with a veil, and it was unclear whether her red lips moved.

"Madam?"

Ren Pingsheng leaned over and approached Chang An, who had her eyes closed tightly, trying to hear what she was saying.

"Hmm"

Chang An uttered an unclear murmur, exhaled bursts of hot air, and fell on Ren Pingsheng's side face, feeling very warm.

This won't work

Ren Pingsheng no longer hesitated, and said softly: "Madam, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

After speaking, he stood up, walked outside, called a maid, and gave a few instructions.

Soon.

The maid brought a basin of warm water and a basin of cold water.

Ren Pingsheng picked up a handkerchief, soaked it in cold water, folded it into a square, returned to the bed, and gently touched Chang An's forehead.

"Hmm"

At the first touch of the cold handkerchief, Chang An's long eyelashes trembled, and her eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng coaxed her softly. Seeing that her frown gradually relaxed, he gently put the handkerchief soaked in cold water on her.

Soaked another handkerchief in warm water.

He took a look at Chang An's white neck covered with sweat, and wanted to wipe her body, but he was a little hesitant, not knowing whether he should do it.

Although he and Chang An were husband and wife, they had almost never met before.

Even today, he had not seen her true face, and it was inevitable that he would feel offended to wipe her body rashly.

In fact.

In theory, in this situation, it is not wrong to do some intimate actions.

But Chang An was psychologically traumatized after all, and she could not be treated like other women.

What if she woke up later and found herself naked, and her PTSD worsened, wouldn't it be counterproductive.

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng stopped struggling and planned to call a maid in.

Just as he was about to get up, a soft jade hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

Looking at Chang An, she frowned even more tightly, and could vaguely see her lips moving slightly under the veil, making unclear murmurs.

Ren Pingsheng leaned down again and listened attentively. What she said was... Don't leave.

"Okay, I won't leave."

Ren Pingsheng replied softly, sat down again, and looked down. His sleeves were still tightly grasped by that jade hand.

It can be seen that Chang An is usually cold and looks like a stranger who doesn't want to get close to her, but deep down in her heart, she is still extremely eager for someone to accompany her, which is also in line with the characteristics of PTSD patients.

"Having said that, perhaps only when she is sick and has a fever and is confused, can we see the soft side hidden under her cold shell."

Ren Pingsheng thought so, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, put the handkerchief back into the basin of warm water, and waited for Jiang Chuyue to come back.

After waiting for half an incense stick of time, Jiang Chuyue's figure was still not seen.

On the bed, Chang An's face was a little rosy, but the sweat was getting more and more.

The clothes were soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to her slender body, highlighting her curvy figure.

Ren Pingsheng saw it, but he didn't feel the slightest bit of love in his heart, only worrying about his wife.

Chang An's cultivation was abolished, and he didn't have long to cultivate again. His physical fitness was probably no different from that of ordinary people.

He had been wearing clothes soaked with sweat and a veil on his face. Over time, his condition would inevitably worsen. If he continued to burn like this, what would happen if he was left with sequelae?

With this thought, Ren Pingsheng made up his mind.

"I can't wait any longer."

He reached out and took the handkerchief, wrung it dry, and looked at Chang An lying quietly on the bed.

He hesitated for a second, reached out and pulled her collar to the side, and gently wiped the sweat on her neck with the handkerchief.

A moan.

Ren Pingsheng looked over subconsciously, and saw that Chang An's fair face was stained with a blush, which made her look even more rosy, her red lips slightly parted, and her breathing became rapid.

"Fever again?"

Ren Pingsheng looked at the veil on her face and frowned slightly.

After having a fever, breathing is not as smooth as before, and with the veil on, it is no wonder that her face is ruddy and her breathing is rapid.

If it doesn't work, just take it off.

It's just a stopgap measure to choose the lesser of two evils.

Thinking of this, Ren Pingsheng made a decision and reached out to touch the veil on Chang An's face.

Before his hand touched the veil, he saw Chang An's eyelashes trembling.

The next second, the wet eyes slowly opened.

Looking at Ren Pingsheng with a slightly blurred look, the voice trembled: "Don't"

Don't take it off?

Ren Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, and coaxed her softly for a few words, trying to coax her to take off the veil.

Chang An's wet eyes glanced to the side, still in a subtle and trembling voice: "No"

Ren Pingsheng sighed in his heart when he saw this.

I can't understand why Chang An is so obsessed with wearing a veil, even on her wedding night.

Is it just because of inferiority complex, afraid that I will see her disfigured face?

On second thought, it may not be the case.

As the saying goes, women dress to please themselves.

Although Ren Pingsheng and her have never met, they are husband and wife in name, and most likely husband and wife in reality.

Which young woman is willing to show her ugly side in front of her husband?

Especially when they first meet, many young lovers have to hold back their farts, even if it is uncomfortable, they have to separate before letting out, not to mention the disfigured face.

It's all the fault of the demons, and sooner or later they will pay for their blood debts.

Ren Pingsheng's eyes were gloomy, and he stopped forcing it. He silently withdrew his hand and opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but before he opened his mouth, he heard Chang An's delicate voice.

"cold"

Ren Pingsheng looked over and saw Chang An's body trembling slightly. After thinking about it, he stood up and opened the cabinet on the side.

There was a thin quilt made of silk fabric and some clothes worn by women. Most of them were new clothes prepared by the maid for Chang An, and a few pieces were brought by Chang An himself.

He took out the thin quilt from the cabinet, unfolded it, and planned to cover Chang An when he vaguely heard the delicate voice sound again.

"hug"

Ren Pingsheng was slightly startled.

Did you hear it correctly?

What Chang An said was...hug?

What to hold, hold her, or hold the quilt.

For a moment, Ren Shengsheng was in a trance. He lowered his eyes and saw that Chang An's expression could not be seen clearly through a layer of veil. He could only see her gently trembling eyelashes, her slightly heaving chest, and her pair of wet beautiful breasts. eye.

Obviously she wasn't very familiar with her, but with Chang An's personality, how could he allow himself to hug her.

I must have heard wrongly.

With this thought in mind, Ren Pingsheng unfolded the quilt and spread it gently on Chang An's body.

He brought a chair and sat on the bedside, looking at her quietly.

Chang An's bumpy body was huddled in the quilt, with only a small head exposed. He looked at Ren Pingsheng with watery eyes, his eyes seemed to say don't leave.

"Don't worry, madam. I'm not going anywhere. I'll just stay here and watch over you."

Ren Pingsheng stretched out a hand, placed it on the quilt, and patted it twice as if to comfort him.

The words fell.

Chang An's eyelashes trembled twice and he slowly closed his eyes.

Time passes minute by minute.

Ren was still worried about keeping a patient with a high fever veiled all his life.

After thinking for a few seconds, he coaxed softly: "Is it okay if I cover my eyes and take off the veil for Madam?"

Chang An, who closed his eyes tightly, shook his head gently.

Ren Pingsheng said: "I promise my wife that I will never open my eyes and take off the veil for my own good. If I keep the veil on, my breathing will not be smooth, and my condition will get worse."

This time.

Chang An didn't shake his head, but he didn't agree either. His eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was struggling.

Seeing this, Ren Pingsheng felt a little helpless.

Chang An and Yun He are indeed sisters, with the same childlike temperament.

However, Yun He's childishness is due to his young age and being well protected.

And Chang An's childishness.

It should come from self-isolation after being injured.

After a few seconds of silence, Ren Pingsheng spoke again, softly like coaxing a child: "Madam, be obedient."

The words fell.

Chang An's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after a while, his head nodded slightly.

The movement is very light, but it can be seen that it is a nod.

Is this agreed?

Ren Pingsheng felt happy and was about to find something to cover his eyes. Before he could get up, he heard footsteps coming from outside the house.

Turning around to look, he saw a small figure walking out of the window, followed by another person.

Then, Jiang Chuyue's soft voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, this servant is back!"

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Ren Pingsheng originally planned to ask Jiang Chuyue to hand over the palace entry token to the guards and ask the guards to ask for the imperial doctor, but unexpectedly she ran away by herself.

Feeling helpless, he said, "Come in."

The door opens from the outside.

Jiang Chuyue walked in, followed by an imperial doctor in official uniform.

Ren Pingsheng raised his eyes and found that the imperial doctor was actually a woman. She looked young and was holding a medicine box in her hand.

"Your Majesty, this is Dr. Zhao. He has superb medical skills and is well-known in the capital."

Jiang Chuyue opened her mouth to introduce.

Ren Pingsheng nodded slightly, gave up his position, and said in a gentle tone: "Excuse me, Imperial Doctor Zhao."

"It's your duty, Your Majesty, please be polite."

Dr. Zhao replied without saying more, walked to Chang An's side, stretched out his hand to take Chang An's slender jade arm out of the quilt, and began to feel the pulse.

After a while, she withdrew her hand and looked at Chang An's face. After observing it carefully for a moment, she closed her eyes again and looked very focused, as if she was listening to something.

Ren Pingsheng and Jiang Chuyue stood aside, holding their breath and waiting quietly.

Time passed, and after burning the incense, Doctor Zhao opened his eyes, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and said calmly: "Your Highness, the princess, is overthinking and her soul is damaged. Don't worry too much, just take good care of her."

The soul is damaged?

Ren Pingsheng glanced at Chang An, with a look of confusion on his face.

Chang An has been staying in the house well these past few days. Why does he overthink for no reason and damage his soul?

Is it because of PTSD?

As a martial artist, Ren Shengsheng's understanding of Yuanshen was too shallow and he couldn't figure out the reason. He kept this matter in his heart and stopped thinking about it.

He looked at Imperial Doctor Zhao, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Imperial Doctor Zhao."

"Your Majesty, you are welcome. I will resign."

Imperial Doctor Zhao nodded slightly, stood up and planned to leave.

"The imperial doctor will stay."

At this time, Ren Pingsheng interrupted her.

Doctor Zhao stopped and turned to look at Ren Pingsheng, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Ren Pingsheng asked: "Does Dr. Zhao know how to recuperate the soul? Do you want to prescribe some medicine?"

Imperial Doctor Zhao shook his head: "Her Royal Highness's condition is not serious. You don't need to take medicine. You can just rest quietly and don't have your soul leave your body in the near future."

With Chang An's current cultivation level, is it possible for his soul to leave the body?

Ren Pingsheng was slightly startled, nodded, took out a stack of banknotes from his arms, handed it to Imperial Doctor Zhao, and said, "Thank you very much, Imperial Doctor, for diagnosing my wife. I may not bother the Imperial Doctor again in the future, my dear." Careful, disrespectful.”

Imperial Doctor Zhao glanced at the banknote and said calmly: "It is the duty of a lower official to diagnose the illness of Her Royal Highness the Princess. Furthermore, even though a lower official is an eighth-rank official, his salary is enough to support the family. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's wishes will be appreciated by the lower official." ”

After saying that, he turned around and left without stopping.

Ren Pingsheng didn't care. He looked at Jiang Chuyue and asked, "What happened to your senior sister recently? Why do you overthink it?"

"Senior sister has been staying at the house, what can happen to her?"

Jiang Chuyue shook her head gently, thought for a while, and then said: "If it's really because of overthinking about something, it's probably because the prince spends too little time with her."

Ren Pingsheng fell into silence after hearing this.

at this time.

Jiang Chuyue seemed to have thought of something. She walked up to Ren Pingsheng, glanced at Chang An who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, stood on tiptoes, came close to his ear, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "I secretly told the prince , Senior sister likes the prince to call her madam."

After saying that, he blinked and said playfully: "I'm not sure, senior sister is pretending to be sick now, just to want the prince to spend more time with her and call her madam in her ear."

Hearing this, Ren Pingsheng was slightly startled and subconsciously looked at Chang An on the bed.

She was still the same as before, the ends of her hair were wet with sweat and messy and stuck to her forehead. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she looked very uncomfortable.

If this is pretending to be ill, then Chang An's acting skills are probably even better than those of many stars in his previous life.

Ren Pingsheng thought this, ignored her, walked to the bed, put Chang An's arm on the quilt back into the bed, and covered him with the quilt again.

Seeing that her smooth and jade-like forehead was still covered with sweat, she looked at Jiang Chuyue behind her and said, "There are warm water and handkerchiefs here, and there are clean new clothes in the cabinet. You can wipe your senior sister's body with warm water, and then Put on new clothes.”

Jiang Chuyue reminded: "Your Majesty, you can't say anything about Senior Sister. Senior Sister will be unhappy if she hears this."

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Ren Pingsheng couldn't understand her brain circuit at all, and he couldn't figure out how to bring this up.

Just as he was speechless, he heard her say again: "My wife is very good that the prince just told Dr. Zhao. Senior sister must like to hear it. If the prince talks more, senior sister's illness may be cured immediately."

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Ren Pingsheng's eyes twitched and he was speechless for a moment.

Jiang Chuyue glanced at Chang An on the bed and saw that she had no reaction. She looked away, walked to the edge of the bed, reached for the handkerchief in the warm water, wrung it out, and lifted the quilt off her body.

Just as he was about to reach for the ribbon around her waist, he seemed to think of something. He turned to look at Ren Pingsheng, blinked, and said with a smile: "Will the prince stay to supervise others?"

Before Ren Pingsheng could say anything, she said to herself: "Sister, I won't mind. The prince can stay closer."

Before he finished speaking, there was a hint of trance in his eyes, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Ren Pingsheng didn't notice this scene and ignored her. He looked at Chang An on the hospital bed and said, "Madam, have a good rest. I will be with you after a while."

After saying that, he walked out.

Jiang Chuyue and Chang An were the only two people left in the room.

Jiang Chuyue stood there, looking dazed for a few seconds, then regained her intelligence, covered her head, and said angrily: "Sister, it's just a lie to others, but you also attack others' souls. It's too bullying. It's a shame." I was worried about senior sister just now!”

On the bed.

Chang An opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Chuyue, his eyes were cold, and he slowly said one word: "Get out."

Jiang Chuyue curled her lips and said angrily: "Senior sister values ​​sex over friends. I will tell the prince later that senior sister has actually been thinking about his body!"

Hearing this, Chang An said nothing, but just looked at her with cold eyes.

A good while.

Jiang Chuyue finally lost her momentum, sat on the chair, and said: "Senior Sister, when do you plan to tell the Crown Prince? In fact, Senior Sister is..."

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.

Boom, boom, boom!

Chang An heard the sound and closed his eyes in a hurry.

"Who?" Jiang Chuyue asked, looking at the door.

"Tao'er, come and bring hot water to Madam."

Tao'er is the little maid in the house, and she is responsible for delivering meals to this courtyard on weekdays.

"Um."

Jiang Chuyue responded, walked to the door, reached out to take the basin, looked at Tao'er, and said, "Madam, I will take care of you here. You can go down."

"Yes, Sister Chuyue."

Tao'er bowed and turned to leave.

Jiang Chuyue returned to the bed with hot water in hand. She did not continue the previous topic and said instead: "Sister, it's really not easy for me. In order to seduce the prince, I even used tricks like pretending to be sick. It's a pity that the prince doesn't understand. Fengqing, I don’t know what senior sister wants.”

When Chang An heard this, he felt ashamed and annoyed. He opened his eyes, looked at Jiang Chuyue, stood up slowly, and reached out to take off the veil.

Seeing this, Jiang Chuyue hurriedly admitted her defeat: "Senior sister, I was wrong, I won't talk nonsense anymore!"

Hearing this, Chang An stopped arguing with her, lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

When Jiang Chuyue saw this, she was slightly startled. She observed carefully and realized something after a moment. She opened her mouth slightly, a little surprised: "Senior sister is really injured?"

Chang An didn't answer.

"What's going on?" Jiang Chuyue couldn't help but ask.

Chang An still didn't answer.

"Before coming to the capital, Master specifically told me to protect Senior Sister. If Senior Sister is like this, how will she explain to Master when she returns to Taibai Mountain?"

After Jiang Chuyue finished speaking, she saw that her senior sister remained silent and said angrily: "Senior sister, when her soul leaves the body, she must tell others, otherwise they will write a letter and tell the master now. Senior sister keeps saying that she will return to Beijing. It’s to explore the avenue, to understand that forgetting love is actually coveting a certain man’s body.”

When Chang An heard this, he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold, and he pretended to take off the veil.

"It's useless, as long as I don't look at it, no matter how ugly the senior sister is, she can't scare me!"

Jiang Chuyue said, closing her eyes hard, and for safety, she stretched out her hands and covered her eyes with the back of her hands.

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Chang An was silent for a few seconds and then slowly said: "Okay."

When Jiang Chuyue heard this, she opened her eyes and looked at her senior sister through her fingers. She was relieved when she saw that her senior sister was still covered with a veil.

The demon clan's worms are really powerful.

Senior Sister's majestic appearance will make you explode just by looking at her. It is no exaggeration to say that you will have nightmares for days.

Therefore, she was really afraid that her senior sister would take off her veil.

"Senior Sister, please make it clear that the word "hao" refers to telling people when the soul leaves the body, or refers to people writing letters to the master."

Jiang Chuyue knew her senior sister very well. On the surface, she was extremely serious, but in fact, she was more petty than she was. Some things must be made clear.

"I'll tell you next time my soul leaves the body."

Chang An spoke slowly, his voice was cold and slightly weak at the same time.

Jiang Chuyue heard her voice and finally noticed something unusual and judged that the senior sister was seriously injured!

From this point of view, the weakness and confusion just now were all real, not a disguise.

When she thought of this, she felt a little distressed, and couldn't help but ask again: "Who hurt senior sister?"

Chang An was silent for a few seconds and said calmly: "Unknown person."

Senior sister's soul strength is considered to be among the top among the fourth-grade ones.

Can an unknown person hurt senior sister?

Jiang Chuyue didn't believe this statement, but Senior Sister didn't want to say more, so she stopped asking any more questions and just said: "Senior Sister is not allowed to take risks next time. You must take a good rest, otherwise you don't know when you will be able to recover."

After saying that, he soaked the handkerchief in hot water, wrung it out, looked at Chang An, and raised his eyebrows: "Senior sister, come here and let me wipe myself."

Hearing this, Chang An silently moved inside the bed and said calmly: "No need."

Jiang Chuyue smiled and said: "Senior sister is not good."

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Chang An was silent.

Jiang Chuyue held a handkerchief in one hand and lifted the thin quilt covering Chang An with the other hand. She said with a smile: "Senior sister, don't be shy. It's better to treat me as your heir apparent."

Hearing this, Chang An couldn't bear it anymore. He rarely had any emotional fluctuations, and said in a slightly embarrassed voice: "What are you talking about?"

"Is what they said wrong?"

Jiang Chuyue raised her eyebrows, and said without waiting for Chang An's reply: "Senior sister, stop struggling, hurry up and make me healthy."

The words fell.

Taking the handkerchief, he rushed forward.

royal palace.

Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Zhaowu sat on the dragon throne, looking at the battle report sent from the south, frowning, and his whole body was as motionless as a sculpture.

After maintaining this posture for a long time, he exhaled a filthy breath and sighed: "Without Chang An and only King Jingnan and King Ning, the situation in the south will eventually be unstable."

behind.

Wang Zheng, the eunuch in charge of the ceremony, opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Seeing that the emperor was in a bad mood, he hesitated and swallowed his original words.

Emperor Zhaowu did not notice this scene and continued to browse the memorial.

Half an hour later, after reading all the memorials on the Long Case, he casually asked: "What happened in the capital today?"

Wang Zheng hurriedly replied: "When I return to the Holy One, there is indeed something that I just wanted to report to the Holy One."

"oh?"

After hearing this, Emperor Zhaowu turned his head and glanced at Wang Zheng, quite curious: "What makes you so angry? Tell me."

"yes."

Wang Zheng bowed and said: "Early this morning, on Sajin Street, Anping's uncle Li Yifan had a dispute with a clerk from Chunfeng Hall over trivial matters..."

Emperor Zhaowu interrupted: "Chunfeng Hall?"

Wang Zheng explained: "It is a shop specializing in aphrodisiacs and beauty elixirs. It was opened by Prince Zhenbei and Baiyunguan. It has become quite popular in the capital recently."

Aphrodisiac and beauty elixir.

Emperor Zhaowu didn't expect that these three words could be connected together and were related to Prince Zhenbei and Baiyunguan. The corners of his mouth twitched and he nodded slightly: "Continue talking."

"yes."

Wang Zheng continued: "It was nothing at first, just a small fight. Later, Uncle Anping insulted Prince Zhenbei and His Highness Chang An. Not long after, Prince Zhenbei came over."

He described the whole thing in great detail, even the details that were not noticed by passers-by at the scene.

He talked for a long time and finally said:

"The Prince of Zhenbei broke Uncle Anping's limbs and destroyed his Qihai. Uncle Anping took action to stop him, but was stopped by Yuan Shilang from the Ministry of Punishment. In addition, there were strong men hiding in the dark. God blocked part of An Pingbo’s spiritual energy.”

"If I remember correctly, An Pingbo is a fifth-level martial artist. If he can block his blow with his soul, he should be a perfect fourth-level warrior. He is only one step away from stepping into the extraordinary."

Emperor Zhaowu seemed to have thought of something when he said this, and stopped suddenly and remained silent.

Wang Zheng hesitated for a moment and whispered: "I guess it is His Highness Chang An."

Emperor Zhaowu turned a deaf ear and asked, "What kind of cultivation does Uncle Anping have?"

The marquis and earls of the capital together numbered two to three hundred people, and their heirs were countless, but only the best among them could be remembered by the emperor.

Li Yifan's martial arts talent was quite good in An Pingbo's lineage, but in the entire capital, it was mediocre, and the emperor would naturally not remember it.

"Seventh grade." Wang Zheng replied.

When Emperor Zhaowu heard this, he was slightly startled and looked at Wang Zheng: "You just said that Ren Pingsheng made Uncle Anping lose the ability to fight back with just one punch."

"Hui Sheng, it is true."

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Emperor Zhaowu fell into silence and spoke after a while: "He has only been in the eighth rank for just half a month, but he has such strength. It's true that the father of a tiger has no son."

Wang Zheng said nothing.

There was silence in Qianqing Palace.

After a while.

Emperor Zhaowu spoke again: "In a few days, Xia Miao will also participate. Bring that knife."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Wang Zheng responded, with a look of hesitation on his pale and beardless face, and said: "I think that Xia Miao's reward is too ordinary for Prince Zhenbei, and he may not do his best."

"That makes sense."

Emperor Zhaowu nodded slightly and fell into thought.

aside.

Wang Zheng said: "I think it is better to arrest the Prince of Zhenbei for committing murder and wounding people, and make him perform meritorious service. As long as he enters the top ten of Xia Miao, he will be able to gain more honors. If he gets two of the eight, he will be If he can be pardoned naturally, this will calm the disputes among officials, and An Pingbo will also be convinced. "

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at him and said calmly: "Ren Pingsheng's action to punish Uncle Anping was correct both emotionally and rationally. The dispute among the officials was nothing more than the issue of cutting down the vassal. Ren Pingsheng took up eight of the eight discussions. , they will also make noise.

As for An Pingbo, whether he believes it or not, what does it have to do with me or the court? "

When Wang Zheng heard this, he hurriedly said: "This slave didn't think carefully."

Emperor Zhaowu opened his mouth and wanted to say something. Before he could speak, he heard a clear and sweet voice coming from outside.

"My son, I want to see my father."

It's Yunhe Princess Liu Yunmeng.