White cut black disease seedling x sober lady
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Xue Ye was shocked, and she discovered the bloodthirsty true face of the second prince.
Everyone in the world thought that he was weak and sick, but she was the only one who saw that the edge of his sword was filled with blood and was unparalleled in cruelty.
At the plum appreciation banquet, he tried every step of the way and she made clever remarks.
Under the palace corridor, he said: "Miss Jiang, Dajing needs a sharp knife."
She agreed.
From then on, he used his strategy as a furnace and ruthlessness as a hammer to temper her from a noble lady in the boudoir into a sharp blade that could break the situation in desperate situations.
He taught her about the treacherous nature of the human heart, taught her about court games, and taught her how to become a chess player alongside him in the turbulent times.
Another year of snow in Jingluo.
He is wearing a snow-white fox fur, his jade face is covered with soft velvet, and the cinnabar moles on his eyes are shockingly bright.
"I have taught you many strategies, and today I will teach you the final move."
Her heart froze as she heard him slowly speak: "A qualified chess player should not be emotional."
The snow fell silently, covering the palace walls.
He looked at her, finally took off all disguises, and said softly: "Ajia, I admit it."
The sick and weak prince has a hidden edge; the sober and noble girl is tempered into a blade.
Even if every step of the way is shocking, I am still willing to enter the game for one person.
