Everyone in the high circles of Kyoto knows that He Yanci, the flower of Gaoling, has a little fiancée who was betrothed to her since childhood. She is delicate and like a porcelain doll. She cannot be touched or teased. She is a squeamish girl who cannot be spoken harshly. He Yanci's impression of his little fiancée is still before she was ten years old. A chubby little baby sat on his lap, her little arms hugged his neck, her big round eyes were filled with tears that were about to fall, and she declared her sovereignty in public, "Mine." He agreed to meet her just to complete the task assigned by the old man. Until the graceful figure under the cheongsam was looming behind the screen, outlining the flawless soft lines. He Yanci had an absurd idea to hide the little girl and let her wear all kinds of cheongsams so that no one could see her. Wen Ruan knew from a young age that He Yanci was tired of her, so how could he marry her. Wen Ruan originally thought that the relationship betwe