The Concubine Who Brought Disaster to the Country

Name: The Concubine Who Brought Disaster to the Country
Author: Moxue Qiancheng

by Moxue Qiancheng

completed Ancient Romance Historical Fantasy Female Lead

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737Kwords215chapters

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Ch. 215 — 215大结局(新文《医锦生香》求收）

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The people in Changping City thought that the young master of Xue Guogong's mansion was short-lived and destined to never marry a wife in this life. Who would have thought that Changping was shocked by the marriage proposal. The people of Changping City said: "What, the young prince of Xue Guogong's palace has requested to marry Meng Jiusi, the second daughter of General Dingyuan's palace. Isn't that his sister-in-law? He is shameless and deserves a short life. I wish him early happiness!" The girls of the Meng family: "What, is this young man blind? He wants to marry Meng Jiusi, a witch with nothing but skin and poison as much as a snake and a scorpion. He deserves a short life. I wish him early happiness!" The eldest brother of the Meng family: "What? This young master lingers on the bed all day long, and can't even get out of bed. He also wants to marry my beautiful and unparalleled sister. Isn't this harmful to people? He deserves to be short-lived. I wish him early happiness!" Meng Jiusi looked confused: "What, who said I want to marry the young father-in-law?" In her previous life, she lived a confused life and died miserably. She had no time to get married in a new life where she would have to take revenge and repay injustice. Young Master: "Madam, it wasn't me who said it, it was destiny that said it, and destiny cannot be violated!" Meng Jiusi: "Fuck fate, you are almost dead, I won't marry you!" Young father-in-law: "If I die, the house will be yours, my property will be yours, and everything I own will be yours. It's a great deal!" Meng Jiushi thought: "It's a good deal!" So, everyone waited day and night, hoping that all the flowers would wither and the young master would still be alive and strong...