There are so many beautiful men, one, two, three... They all say they like her. Who should she marry? She looked left and right, thinking left and right.
That's not right, why are these beautiful men saying they like her, but in their hearts they are thinking of other women.
She, Murong Xianxian, although no one loves her, no one loves her, and no one pities her, she is not so hungry that she will pick up leftover food from others.
None of these men were good. They held her in their arms, but their hearts wandered to nowhere.
She was not that woman's stand-in, nor their punching bag. If she was angered, she would dare to hit the emperor, let alone the prince.
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"Shao Chong, what kind of girl do you like?"
"Well, of course you must be gentle, virtuous, and good at housework."
"Go, it's all in Nu Shu, you might as well marry Nu Shu and go home."
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There were a lot of beautiful men, but none of them really liked her. She, Murong Xianxian, had done something wrong in her previous life, and she was surrounded by romantic partners, but none of them belonged to her.
"Xianxian, I like you so much..."
"Xianxian, I am not another man, I am your man..."
"Xianxian, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it when I saw you..."
"Xianxian, you are mine tonight..."
... Oh, she doesn't want it anymore, get out of here, get out of here...
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