I transmigrated into a Republic of China novel and became the sixteenth concubine of Warlord Huo.
The second I opened my eyes, the comments were flying by so fast they made me dizzy:
[Don’t drink the medicine. It’s contaminated with mercury.]
I listened and dug up a jade pendant.
[Congratulations, your husband is your father.]
Me: !! Do you hear yourself?
At that very moment, footsteps approached from outside the door.
So, should I cling to his leg and call him “darling,” or kneel down and call him “father”?
Waiting for answers. This is urgent.