On the third day after traveling through the imperial dining room, in order to survive, Shen Ying bravely handed a roasted sweet potato to the anorexic prince who was about to go on a killing spree.
The Dingguo Palace was filled with blood. Li Chengyuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, swallowed the long-lost sweetness, and said, "Take it away."
A simple meal just to survive was, to her, a life-saving bargaining chip; to him, it was the beginning of confinement.
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Li Chengyuan was poisoned by a strange poison and lost all five senses. He had a violent and sinister temperament and regarded human life as nothing but grass. Only in a humble fire-burning girl did he taste the only taste in the world.
He knew that in order to leave the palace and marry her childhood sweetheart, she had to flatter him and make soup. He knew that in every bowl of medicinal food she brought, there was a small desire to escape from him.
But he doesn't care.
He pressed forward step by step, trapping her on the side of the palace, swallowing the false love she fed, but a crazy possessiveness surged in his eyes: "Want to redeem yourself and get married? Shen Ying, you can't go anywhere except the lonely East Palace."
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I like it very much, keep up the good work
Damn, please continue writing, this book is really good, I like it very much, even if it is a sequel to the real world