Three years ago: Shangguan Qianyu was cold, arrogant and contemptuous: Beauty tricks, bitter tricks, no matter how much you trick, you can never expect to get half a trace of favor from the king! Yan Qingrui curled her lips in disdain: peach blossoms are blooming around my old lady, I miss you? Three years later: Yan Qingrui Speechless: Stalking and stalking are enough. Your lord, what about your integrity? Shangguan Qianyu is confident: In front of a lady, your integrity will automatically go offline.