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The Widow's Space Stores Food to Support the Prince
The relatives of her husband's family were all like vampires, especially the one with a particularly bad mouth, Mrs. Zhao, who led a group of people, not to mention her husband, and robbed the last pitiful things in the house, not even half a bag of brown rice was left, and drove the two of them to the deserted Beiling.
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After Rebirth, I Exposed the Centuries-Old Trap of the Fake Daughter
The violent impact, the ear-piercing screams, and the overwhelming despair... Su Qingzhao opened her eyes suddenly, and saw the mottled walls and the familiar old fan. She... Isn't dead? There was a faint scent of soap lingering on the tip of her nose, which was the smell she was most familiar with when she was a child. Su Qingzhao turned her neck stiffly and looked at everything around her, the simple furniture, the yellowed walls, and the piled textile materials in the corner... Isn't this the
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Sword Kills the Fake Daughter of the Noble Family
The night was as dark as if someone had knocked over the ink bottle and all the ink was spilled between the sky and the earth. The raindrops were like beans, crackling and falling down, as if God was playing a death rock song with a drum set. Mass Graves, as you can tell from the name, this is a place where dead people are buried. It's usually spooky, but with such spooky weather today, it's really scary. Seventeen-year-old Ye Qingshuang felt like she was going to die. She opened her eyes with d
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Power over the World
Su Wanqing rolled her eyes secretly in her heart. After staying in the Taoist temple for ten years, her other skills have not improved much. However, she has mastered the skill of having thoughts in her heart but not showing it at all on the surface. The sedan chair swayed all the way and finally stopped. Su Wanqing could clearly feel that the surroundings had become colder. This coldness was not just the coldness of the weather, but also the indifference of human nature. "Oh, isn't this the sec
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The Drama of Palace Fighting
The cold blue bricks hurt Su Wanzhao's knees terribly. She was kneeling in the small area of Ye Ting, surrounded by scattered costumes and torn, yellowed music scores. In the past, these were all outfits that would make her steal the show on the stage, but now, they are all a mockery of her status as a prisoner. I think back then, Su Wanzhao was a pillar in the "Jade Ming Class". Just that "Farewell My Concubine" captivated so many viewers. Those princes and nobles all had to run backstage wit
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