Everyone laughed at Murong Jiao's hard life. Even though she had grown up in a family temple since she was a child, she was still frail and sick. She gasped every three steps and fell down after every five steps.
She finally hoped that the Murong family would take her back, but she had to marry a poor and lonely minister for her eldest sister.
Just get married. On the second day of the wedding, you will be demoted and exiled with your guilty husband. You will be a soft dough that can be kneaded by anyone.
The whole capital was waiting to see how this fragile new wife would suffer humiliation on her long journey to exile and be buried in the wilderness.
Liu Chengfeng was ready to risk his life to protect her, and he was also ready to live and die in the same quilt with Qing.
But no one knows that the seemingly timid and easy-to-bully wife is actually the owner of Tinghua Building who holds great power in the world.
The light of the sword surged, and murderous intent surrounded him.
The little wife who used to cower timidly behind Liu Chengfeng turned her head and held two swords in her hands, showing her sharpness and cutting down the entire audience.
"Mr. Lang, don't be afraid!"
Just this sentence, why does it sound familiar?
