Jiangmen Zhiya

Name: Jiangmen Zhiya
Author: Farewell

by Farewell

ongoing Ancient Romance Ancient Love Female Lead

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118Kwords42chapters

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Ch. 42 — Royal Past

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Killer General x Insomnia Little Princess | Marriage first, love later | Healing and redemption He is the powerful killing general Ouyang Chenyao. Meritorious achievements are forged with iron and blood, and the evil spirit all over his body is frightening. She is the insomniac little princess, Xiyue, who is imprisoned in the deep palace. My heart longs for freedom, but I can only drink away my sorrow with dirty wine, and keep my eyes open every night until dawn. An unexpected accident forcibly tied two completely different people together. She was forced to marry into the general's mansion. Facing this cold-faced evil god, she felt that her future was bleak. But who would have thought? By the side of this most frightening man, the bone-eroding insomnia that had plagued her for many years began to mysteriously disappear... His breath was a good medicine for sleeping, and the subtle concern under his cold appearance quietly seeped into her lonely heart like a warm current. Xiyue panicked: We promised to hate each other? Why are my eyes always attracted to him? Why is my heartbeat beating because of him? Could this damn sense of dependence be... Heartbeat? Ouyang Chenyao was also confused: He who killed decisively on the battlefield Why do you want to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes with your hands? When did that drunk little figure become the reason for him to return home? The face sleeping peacefully in his arms is actually more satisfying than any military exploits. When the truth of healing emerges, when the bonds of the past are revealed again... He held her hand, his eyes blazing: "Xiyue, this time, there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, and there are all kinds of difficulties and dangers. I will never miss you again." She looked into his deep eyes and smiled brightly: "Okay, then in this short and dew-like world... Sign and inscribe, entangled in life and death!" Two scarred souls embraced each other in dislocation and blossomed among thorns. For you, thousands of times, I am as happy as sugar.