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[The full text has been saved. If you like it, please click and collect it! The next book is "Whose card will the imperial concubine turn over today"] "The Song daughter's fiancé is fake!" In just a few days, this secret that should have been hidden deep in the high gate spread throughout Yunjing. The young master of Xie's Zhilan Yushu is actually the real young master who has been living in the countryside by mistake. He will return home in half a month. "What should we do about the marriage contract between the Song and Xie families?" "Although Young Master Xie Yu is not a blood relative, he has been personally educated by Marquis Xie Ning for more than ten years. Who in the capital would not praise him for his talents, talents and virtues?" "After all, it's not the blood of the Xie family. In things like marriage, isn't the most important thing about the blood foundation?" At the center of the turmoil, Song Yuanzhen found the matter boring. Her mother respected her as a prince. She took over the royal business at the age of fourteen, and the money she handled every day was more thrilling than this. Whoever you marry is, in the final analysis, just a means to win over the Xie family. But some people have trouble sleeping and eating. Xie Yu couldn't sit still. They had grown up together since childhood. He had even given her his innocence long ago, but now he was asked to give up his status to others? Xie Xu, who had returned from the countryside, understood his own weight when he saw that his parents had not sent Xie Yu away the day he stepped into the mansion. He looked at the marriage certificate in his mother's hand and realized that she was the only one who could pull him out of the quagmire. So he tried his best to take off his clothes to warm her quilt, just to give her his innocent body. The two of them fought openly and secretly, but they were both afraid of making her unhappy. Under the swaying candlelight, Xie Yu grabbed her sleeves, her eyes flushed, "You clearly said you would allow me to enter the house." Xie Xu stood in the shadows, his eyebrows lowered to hide the undercurrent in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved in a reluctant arc, "No matter how good an object is, it will inevitably get boring after being used for a long time. Why don't you try something new, Zhen?" —— Song Yuanzhen: Abacus in one hand, money in mind Xie Eucalyptus: A passionate and true-tempered puppy Xie Xu: What a pitiful little person who is sensitive and thoughtful. (Copy written on 2025.12.03) —— Reading guide: 1. 1V2, female not male C 2. The background is a female-dominated world, where women dominate the family and the court. 3. Character behaviors and words follow the background and are derived from the author's personal thinking. Do not delve into it. 4. The heroine already has a successful career and focuses on relationships. 5. Do not discuss any contradictory issues, only serve the content ————Pre-received article———— "Whose cards will the imperial concubine turn over today?", The announcement is direct! Copywriting: Long Xisu has made a living by the sea since she was a child. She loves the sea and thinks she will continue to do so. Until I was seventeen years old, a beautiful man came to the village to seek medical treatment. She thought he was nice to talk to and spent some time with him. However, no matter how nice the sound is, Guan Dong Guan west still makes a lot of noise. So she ran away. It happened that someone from the imperial capital came and said that she was the daughter of the prime minister and wanted to take her back. She agreed without hesitation and got on the carriage heading to the imperial capital. On the day of arrival, in order to help the little prince solve his doubts, he frankly said that he liked her brain and invited her to meet her next time. A new life requires a new start, not to mention that the little prince is handsome and cheerful, so she really has no reason to refuse. Unfortunately, not long after the happy days, she learned that the prime minister wanted her to come back to celebrate the old emperor. The person who plotted against her was the arrogant Imperial Master in the palace. She rolled her eyes, cheated her father out of money, and agreed to enter the palace and become a noble concubine. When I met the Imperial Master head-on, he was like a banished immortal, aloof and aloof. "Evil comes from courage", and she was even more determined to drag him down from the altar and make him pay the price for plotting against her. Unexpectedly, the wretched husband of the family chased after him and turned into a prince. When he finally found her, the prince's eyes turned red with anger, "Is your wife tired of being a husband?" When the matter was revealed, the little prince blocked her way, "Young lady, you really deceived me. Should I call you the imperial concubine, or the little aunt?" The Imperial Master grabbed her hand and said, "You said I plotted against you and you should pay for it for the rest of your life. You can't keep your word." Not long after the comfortable days in the palace, the emperor fell ill again. The knight-errant stood in front of her, "The emperor is ill. To keep her safe, she can only come with me." Long Xiju: Quirky, loving freedom all his life Mingyi (A): The enthusiastic and cheerful straightforward prince Wen Wudu (B): The aloof and cold Imperial Master Mingfengji (C): The gloomy and sinister sick prince Lu Xingzhi (D): A taciturn thin-faced knight —— Reading guide: 1. 1V4, female is not male c 2. The emperor only promotes the plot, not the male protagonist, and has no emotional entanglement with the female protagonist. Intention: Self-reliance and self-reliance, good harvest in career and love



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