C511 Your Highness Your Subject Has Arrived 66 Times Late

"Xiao Ye, I don't want to be a princess, and it's not Seventh Miss. I... Just me. " Su Daji stood on the city wall for a long time before speaking to him.

The wind blew her hair away, obscuring the expression on her face.

Su Daji was wearing a plain white robe, looking like a desolate pear blossom in the wind. She seemed like she was about to fly away with the wind