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The Petite Princess Doesn't Want It.
The moment the ice water poured into my lungs, I heard Shen Yurou's laughter. "Sister, please be careful where you step." She stood on the edge of the ice cave, her snow-white fox fur made her face look even more pitiful, but her fingertips pressed firmly on my struggling wrist, "Lu Lang likes to see me wearing this outfit the most. Tell me... If he sees you die in front of me dressed like this, will he feel that God has granted you permission?"
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The Princess Who Is Infatuated with the Prince
"With this glass of Hexin wine, I wish you a happy family and wish you a happy death!" When the glazed lamp exploded into scarlet light on the bluestone bricks, Xie Lin's wedding robe embroidered with lotus flowers was soaked in blood. Amidst the gasps of all the guests, I clutched the poison-tempered dagger I snatched from his sleeve, and the tip of the knife was still dripping with hot blood from his palm.
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Diary of a Domineering Princess
"Sister, this wedding dress is so well embroidered. When I put it on and be buried alive tomorrow, it will be even more beautiful when the blood is soaked in the eyes of the phoenix." Su Yurou's voice mixed with the thunderstorm pierced my eardrums. I suddenly pricked my fingertips, and a red plum blossom bloomed on the golden thread of the wedding dress. The memories of my past life are like venomous snakes strangling my throat - tonight, this steaming bowl of soothing soup made me paralyzed un
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Princess' Love and Hate
"Sister, this cup of Hexin wine... You have to drink it without leaving any drop." Su Jinli opened her eyes suddenly, and the brocade quilt embroidered with hundreds of descendants was torn open by nails. What is in front of me is not the venomous smile of the concubine Su Yurou in the cold woodshed, but the familiar hibiscus tent in the boudoir three days before the wedding - the lotus sachet that Lu Mingxuan sent the day before yesterday hangs in the corner of the tent.
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