When I woke up from the dream, I saw the noble princess of the Ying tribe, a fairy like a mortal elf, who was obsessed with many people.
It is said to be a blessing, but it always brings disasters one after another. I thought happiness was coming, but unexpectedly disaster struck.
The flowers are falling, the flowers are falling.
From now on, you are yourself, and I am destined to be locked in the palace for that hatred.
I just hope that these intrigues will pass quickly so that my soul can transcend.
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Oh, dear, the slave family is here to support you again, come on!
Oh, dear, the slave family is here to support you again, come on!