Princess of the Holy Hand (2 Volumes in Total)
by Neat
About This Novel
Bai Feiyan, a lady of the prime minister's palace, was unfortunate when she was young, and was taken under the knee of a woman from another world and taught her carefully. Many years later, the current emperor issued an imperial edict and ordered her to marry into Prince Pingnan's palace. Facing an amorous husband and a ruthless love rival, she walks on thin ice but with ease. The spies of enemy countries, charlatans, and famous prostitutes in brothels have all appeared one after another... The jealousy among women has gradually evolved into an overt and covert struggle between various forces. In fact, the seemingly weak and slender Bai Feiyan is actually the incarnation of the world's number one snitch. The so-called forced marriage is just a way for her to hide her love from others. In the battles of wits and courage again and again, they helped each other and vowed to be a brother-in-law. However, when the palace conspiracy and the secret history of the previous dynasty are revealed one by one, what they have to face is no longer just each other... Can love full of lies and calculations stand the test of the truth? The world's greatest thief can steal everything in the world, but can he steal people's hearts?
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Official(13)Scraped 21d ago
Sometimes, we are always used to sit for a while, Quietly looking at another period of time, Time swallows up years, Youth drowns in waiting. There, also from the initial silence, A forgotten dream was quietly staged, So, the sudden youth pulls the clouds, Looking up at the sky full of white dandelions, Gently squeeze your heart into the shape of memory, The guitar is still there.
Life is full of contradictions. We always care about what others say and dare not do the things we like; when we pursue the person we want to love, we are afraid of being drowned in gossip. Therefore, life really requires courage and even more exercise. If you believe that the path ahead of you is correct, then stop being influenced by the outside world and just follow your own path! If you live in the eyes of others, you will be lost in your own heart.
I really can't like the male protagonist, he's so ************. . . .
There is no one who has been missed. Those who will leave are all passers-by.
Not bad.
Very well written, he actually likes her, right?
Forget everything that is terrible, it turns out that everything can be beautiful, and loneliness can also turn into a flower
My eyes are raining for you, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her
. I like a piece of music for a while, Listening to a piece of music makes me miss a certain time. The palm prints of sitting in one period of time and missing another period of time. How did you feel when you listened to that song? Did we meet at that time? Was it an encounter or a miss? Or, an encounter with no ending?
Not bad, keep up the good work
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Official(13)Scraped 21d ago
Sometimes, we are always used to sit for a while, Quietly looking at another period of time, Time swallows up years, Youth drowns in waiting. There, also from the initial silence, A forgotten dream was quietly staged, So, the sudden youth pulls the clouds, Looking up at the sky full of white dandelions, Gently squeeze your heart into the shape of memory, The guitar is still there.
Life is full of contradictions. We always care about what others say and dare not do the things we like; when we pursue the person we want to love, we are afraid of being drowned in gossip. Therefore, life really requires courage and even more exercise. If you believe that the path ahead of you is correct, then stop being influenced by the outside world and just follow your own path! If you live in the eyes of others, you will be lost in your own heart.
I really can't like the male protagonist, he's so ************. . . .
There is no one who has been missed. Those who will leave are all passers-by.
Not bad.
Very well written, he actually likes her, right?
Forget everything that is terrible, it turns out that everything can be beautiful, and loneliness can also turn into a flower
My eyes are raining for you, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her
. I like a piece of music for a while, Listening to a piece of music makes me miss a certain time. The palm prints of sitting in one period of time and missing another period of time. How did you feel when you listened to that song? Did we meet at that time? Was it an encounter or a miss? Or, an encounter with no ending?
Not bad, keep up the good work
