Princess: the Prince-in-law is Too Affectionate

Name: Princess: the Prince-in-law is Too Affectionate
Author: Ran Che

by Ran Che

completed Ancient Romance Historical Fantasy Female Lead

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642Kwords275chapters

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Ch. 275 — 330extra: Ghost King Xi Yu Chapter (Must Read, 10,000+)

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[Introduction to the Literary Edition] She had too many killings in her previous life and was doomed to suffer calamities in three lives. In her first life, a traitor wiped out her whole family and died in time travel. She thought she was reborn, but she didn't expect that she would just fall into the entanglement of retribution in the next life. He is the proud son of heaven, and he should have owned the vast mountains and rivers, but because of his hatred of his family and country, he has become the most hidden and betrayed avenger in the world. She is innocent and romantic. He is enchanting and gorgeous. She traveled through time and became the princess who died in the most outrageous way in history, and he was her quasi-consort who was famous all over the world for her amazing talent and beauty. She retreated step by step, and he followed closely. She hated that he was obviously a man, but he had a face that was more charming than that of a woman. He used the blood-like red butterflies in the corner of his eyes to force her to fall into the thousands of knots he had carefully crafted. Use. Conspiracy. Cheat. Betray. Along the way, fighting all the way, who will fall in love first? When I was exhausted, I finally admitted that I was in love. However, it is difficult to fall in love, and it is even more difficult to stay together. Just when their love is strong, the prophecy of fate finally appears. In this life, she is destined to die under the sword of the person she loves most. When he heard this, he only raised the corners of his eyes, red butterflies were like blood, with disdain in his eyes, "I have never believed in fate since the day I became sensible." Not long after, she lost her life in his hands. She held the tip of the sword, and the blood on her chest was as delicate as a poppy. She looked at his face and smiled happily, "If I can die at your hands, my life will not be in vain."