The Emperor’s Uncle Imprisoned Me

That night, she drank some light wine, and in a trance, her lips seemed to touch a piece of coolness, which was accompanied by the bitterness of a green lotus. Which she had only smelled it on Song Heng. The next day, she begged with courage, “Uncle, can you not get married?” His eyes were filled with a cool smile, as if he could see through everything, “Uncle will naturally get married, and he will choose a good husband for you. Shiqi, you have crossed the line.” Song Yan suddenly felt that she had nowhere to go and fled in panic. The day before Song Heng’s wedding, Song Yan looked at the palace decorated with red and colorful decorations, left a thin letter, and gone. He is going to b...