
Tyrant, Don't Love Me
by Qin Muyu
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Outside Jinyang Palace, she stood in front of the window, on the bed where they lingered every night. At this time, he and the woman he loved were hugging each other, lingering, and the woman looked at her with a provocative and proud smile, mocking her innocence. Tomorrow will be her concubine ceremony, and this is the palace he gave her. Her hand gently touched her slightly bulging belly, pain flashed across her eyes, and the smile on her lips was somewhat self-deprecating. She escaped and he imprisoned her, even threatening the lives of those around her. Until the gurgling blood continued to flow out from between the legs, until the bad news came about the loved ones. If your heart is dead and your love is gone, what else is there to cherish? A fire in Jinyang Palace burned for three days and three nights, and she disappeared into his world as she wished. Three years later, when we met again, she was the only beloved concubine of the enemy king, and there was a villain beside her. And she was a stranger to him. He held her hand and announced, "You are my woman." She looked at him without fear and said coldly: "I don't know you."
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