"Seventh Prince, he can't read my heart". She stayed up late to pursue a story and died suddenly. She was transformed into a cannon fodder concubine who could not survive more than three chapters, and was tied to a melon-eating system.
The seventh prince, Zhao Yan, has a perfect level of mind reading, but he can't read me.
He didn't know what I was thinking. But everyone in the civil and military dynasties knew it - the emperor was suppressing laughter on the dragon throne, the concubine covered her face with a fan, and the prince's ears were red as shrimps. The secret guards crouched on the beams, holding back laughter until they trembled. My maid fled to the latrine every day and did not dare to make a sound.
Occasionally, I rely on basic pharmacology to treat headaches and fever, and I also talk about history in school - anyway, I was the top scholar in liberal arts in my previous life, so I don't need to use it in vain.
Later, he blocked me behind the rockery and put one hand on the stone wall beside my ear: "What did you say in your heart?"
I grabbed the melon rind and rubbed it on his sleeve: "Your Highness, what do you think?"
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