The day I was stabbed in the back by my ex-boyfriend, the whole internet was calling me names.
A year later, I picked up a handsome man in period costume next to the trash can.
He said that his name was Li Xuanxu, the prince of the Tang Dynasty, and he wanted to repay his kindness.
I said yes, then you help me deal with that scumbag.
He thought for a while and asked: Does this person have any weaknesses? Are there any enemies? Have you ever done anything unjust?
Me: ... How come you are more professional than me?
Three months later, my ex-boyfriend never dared to appear in front of me again, crying and begging for mercy.
I turned to look at the man who was studying the rice cooker: Li Xuanxu, what on earth did you do to him?
He raised his head with an innocent look on his face: I just wanted him to die in your place.
