[The day I crawled back from the blood jade bracelet after being reborn, my concubine was using my embroidered handkerchief to have a private meeting with my foreign husband, and my stepmother put the anti-heritage medicine in almond cheese]
"If Prince Gu wants to get married, he must first sign a three-year divorce letter with me."
I wrote and looked at the cold-hearted heir to the royal family, but I saw a hidden fire in his eyes that I had never seen in my previous life: "Since Miss Su wants to take advantage of my son's influence, she might as well make this scene... Actual."
White bones are hidden in the red doors of deep houses, and arsenic is wrapped in the cinnabar of genealogy.
When the murder case in the East Palace 20 years ago was involved behind the marriage, it was hard to tell whether the fingers intertwined on the high platform were calculations or sincerity.
It is an imaginary dynasty's power scheme and sadomasochism, with no system and no space. Let's see how two generations of palm masters can break the chessboard and carve out a way out of the strict ethics.
