When I entered the novel, the original owner was being beaten by his stepmother by the coffin.
"It's your blessing to be married, but you dare to bite your tongue and commit suicide?"
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the paralyzed prince sitting in a wheelchair and coughing up blood - a short-lived ghost who could not survive more than three months in the original work.
I decisively swallowed the fake death medicine rewarded by the system.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to be your companion in the underworld!"
That night, I squatted on the beam and ate roast chicken. I watched him stand up from the wheelchair and wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth: "The play is over, does the lady on the beam want to come down and drink Hexin wine?"
Later, the concubine broke into the palace to find out the position of the princess, but she saw the "dying" prince tracing my eyebrows.
He turned the dagger carelessly: "My king's wheelchair still lacks a skull decoration."
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Very attractive