Xie Changyan will always remember the last time he met his third cousin, the mist was misty in early summer and the sky was filled with poplar catkins.

She ran into "Xieqiao Xiaozhu" while sneezing.

Qi Niang, who was in charge, directed the people to pack their luggage. Although the yard was full of people, it was not messy at all, and everyone was busy in an orderly manner.

The second brother Xie Zhixing, wearing his exquisite eagle-eyed mask, sat alone in the veranda to play the sheng. The sound of the sheng is clearer and melodious, as if there is sorrow of parting, but also implicit joy.

Xie Changyan stuck out his tongue at him, covered his nose and quickly walked through the courtyard, ran up the steps, and when he pushed the door open, he saw the warm golden gauze tent and light and shadow swaying, outlining a peerless girl.

She stood in front of the bronze mirror that was as high as a person, stretched out her arms, and the two maids spread their bright red peacock robes to put them on. The hem of the dragging skirt was extremely large and long, and was blown by the wind, and they were whispered layer by layer like water.

——Xie Fanyi, Xie Changyan's third cousin, the most perfect lady cultivated by the century-old aristocratic clan, on the second day after the birth of the palace, he would take a hundred followers to the imperial capital Yujing to marry the crown prince of Yan State Zhanghua.

She is the daughter-in-law appointed by the son today, and the pearl carefully offered by Xie. She has all the advantages that a queen should have: beauty, elegance, erudition, humility, kindness, integrity... She will become the most perfect queen in Yan State's history! Everyone believes in this.

Of course, Xie Changyan thought so too.

At that time, she was nine years old, standing at the door, looking at the beauty in front of the bronze mirror, her heart full of admiration.

This is about women's ultimate goal.

It is also the brightest interpretation of the future.

She couldn't think of a woman in the world who was more proud than Xie Fanyi.

If I grew up, I could be like my third cousin... Xie Changyan thought longingly. This was probably the dream of all the girls in the Xie family at that time.

The third cousin Xie Fanyi, wearing the Crown Princess's outfit, looked at the reflection in the mirror, her eyes were deep, her eyes were quiet, she was not happy, she was not sad, and she had no expression.

Three days later, bad news came from the sea.

Carrying a hundred dowry and one hundred and eighty dowry, the wedding boat that is known as the most highly anticipated in Yan State encountered a ruthless storm and overturned.

No one is spared.

Her third cousin Xie Fanyi, a 15-year-old woman, the pride of the Xie clan, and the crown princess of Yan State, died on the way to get married.

The prince Zhanghua at that time was also fifteen years old.

Two years later, the emperor became a monk and became a Taoist priest. Zhanghua ascended the throne without a big marriage and was alone.

Another year later, a brocade box was sent from the palace to Xie Huaiyong, the head of the Xie family. It was a jasper bamboo slip with a few lines of words engraved on it.

Xie Huaiyong looked strange after seeing it.

That night, my mother Zheng hugged Xie Changyan and cried and laughed, crying and said softly: "Wanwan, you are going to be the queen."

Queen...

The distant memory opened at this moment, and the warm golden light swayed, reflecting the girl standing in front of the mirror in a red robe. That was the clear definition of the word "queen" in Xie Changyan's mind.

If only I could be like my third cousin when I grew up.
Chapter completed!