The Evil Prince Only Loves His Concubine

Name: The Evil Prince Only Loves His Concubine
Author: Quinoa

by Quinoa

completed Ancient Romance Isekai Romance Female Lead

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88Kwords45chapters

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Ch. 45 — Recommended New Pit Again!

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About This Novel

He was originally the world's number one killer, but he didn't want to live too tiredly, so he chose to perish in the end. So-- With that time traveling; with that chance encounter; with that rescue... So-- With that marriage; with that touch of love; with that war... Ye Siyi, who was originally cold-hearted, did not expect that there was someone in the world who could touch her cold heart and warm her lonely life, making her willing to step into the mortal world for him, fight on the battlefield, and fight in all directions without any regrets! First encounter: A certain woman kicked a certain man who was lying on the ground covered in blood: "Hey, are you dead? If not, give me a shout!" "..." "Forget it, if you are in a good mood today, let's build a seven-level pagoda!" A certain woman completely ignored her murderous behavior. Meeting more than a year later: A certain woman pulled out her own special dagger, and in the blink of an eye it went straight to a certain man's throat. With her other hand, she pointed at the cold beauty standing beside her: "Is this the result you made me wait for?!" "Si'er, I..." "Don't call me that, you make me sick!" "I'm sorry!" "Luo Xun, from today on, you and I will be like this, cut off in two!" A certain woman cut off her sleeve with a wave of her hand, left a few words, and left. A few years later: A little girl of two or three years old staggered into the imperial study room holding half of her sleeves, "Father, daddy!" "Huh? Nu'er, what's wrong?" A certain man put down the memorial and looked at his little daughter at his feet. "This is given to you by my stepmother!" A certain little girl tremblingly offered her sleeves. "Damn it!" A certain man cursed and flew out with his sleeves. At the corner, a boy of five or six years old looked proudly at a certain man who flew away and muttered: "I will punish you to death if I ask you to write a memorial on the anniversary of your acquaintance with your mother!" One-on-one, strong woman, dedicated, not abusive, those who like it can rest assured!