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(The eldest princess who has a hand full of cards and disdains scheming VS the enemy prince who is so ruthless and revengeful that he even plots against himself)
Yuan Zhaoning only wanted to be a laid-back princess in her life, but her father gave her all the exceptions.
When the army goes out to fight, let her accept the gift of ax on its behalf; when they go out of the palace to patrol hunting, she is tied to the imperial driver's side.
It's not that there are no gossips among the people, but because of the power of God, no one dares to speak out.
Until she was ten years old, an imperial edict came down: any legitimate son of an official of the seventh rank or above, who is between seven and thirteen years old, she will not choose a prince-in-law for one day, and they are not allowed to marry for one day.
The whole court was in an uproar, and the people were in an uproar. From then on, pampering, debauchery, and the omen of disaster for the country... Were all pinned on her head.
Yuan Zhaoning also wanted to ask: Father, what are you planning?
But before she had time to figure it out, she met a man covered in filth and only a third of a human being on the southern patrol road.
The guard came forward, but she raised her hand to stop him. Don't pick it up from the men on the roadside, just give it some money.
Who knows if he is here to kill himself.
But fate didn't give her the option of not picking it up.
Even though she didn't reach out from the beginning to the end, that person still struggled with her for half her life.
Yin Chenji was the most shady prince of the Yan Kingdom. He hid his pride during his escape, just to survive.
Only by living can you take revenge.
That night, he was covered in blood and fell into the dirtiest alley of Zhao Kingdom, just as the eldest princess, who was famous for her ruthlessness and lust, was passing by on her southern tour.
She didn't even get off the carriage, she just glanced at him from a distance and said, "It's hard to tell whether this is a human being or a ghost. Just give me some money to spend."
He thought this was the greatest humiliation in his life, but he didn't know that fate had just taken action.
She pulled him back from desperate situations again and again, and pushed him into deeper abyss again and again.
He avoided her, hated her, hated her to the extreme, but every time he looked back, she was there.
Until the decree of marriage came down, he became her consort.
On the wedding night, the red candles were burning high.
She put the dagger into his heart and asked with a smile, "Who are you?"
Instead of retreating, he advanced, letting the tip of the knife sink deep into the flesh, and whispered, "Is it too late for the princess to ask now?"
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The natural winner and the desperate gambler strangled and fell into each other's traps. She lives like the world owes her, and he lives like the world deserves to be buried with him.
Mission: Destiny is in your own hands
