In her previous life, Jiang Xuening was forced to death by her fiancé and her concubine.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my engagement was canceled in public and I was forced to change my marriage.
The hypocritical scumbag protected his concubine: "How can you be worthy of my chief minister, the Crown Prince, because you are full of copper odor? I will give up my position as the first wife to Xuerou. You go and marry that disabled evil god!"
Everyone is waiting for a joke. Jiang Xuening sneered, stuffed the fake businessman with huge interest rates into his concubine's dowry, and turned around to accept the imperial edict.
When she came back from the third dynasty, she was wearing the red python robe of the super high-grade princess and kicked the door down domineeringly. Looking at the frightened scumbag, she sat upright on the high platform: "Pei Xingzhi, why don't you kneel down and call Auntie Huang?"
Everyone knows that Huo Wujiu, uncle of the Nine Emperors, has disabled legs and is violent and bloodthirsty.
On the wedding night, a cold sword was pressed against my throat. Jiang Xuening smelled the familiar agarwood—it was the man who collected her corpse and erected a monument with his bare hands during the blizzard in her previous life.
She faced the sword and hugged his thin waist: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink medicine." The powerful evil god instantly turned red at the base of his ears and couldn't even hold the sword steady.
Later, the prince set up a death trap and forced the two of them to the cliff with a hundred thousand dead soldiers.
According to rumors, the crippled king who couldn't stand up suddenly stood up, held her tightly in his arms, and killed hundreds of people with a single blow of his sword!
His eyes were scarlet: "Don't be afraid Ning Ning, I will take you home."
