The Prince and the D

"Ouch…" Nán Wǎnyān subconsciously cried out in pain, blood streaming from her forehead. The man behind her growled with fury —,A little girl of three or four years old stood outside the high walls of Yiwangfu, looking up at another little girl lying on the wall above her and whispering, “Almost there! Come on, Xiaoba!”,In the distance, a lavish carriage stopped abruptly…。