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I am the Crown Princess, but the Crown Prince does not love me. But after the prince fell in love with me, I didn't love him anymore.
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I came after the prince. From the Prince's Mansion to my home, it takes about half a stick of incense to be carried in the sedan chair, I've counted. That year, the prince was eighteen years old. He had never married a wife, but he opened his own mansion. At that time, I heard that His Majesty was choosing a concubine for him recently. I asked my father, am I not the first choice? Daddy asked me to look in the mirror.
I took a photo, and the moon was closed and the flowers were shy, and the fish and geese were lost. She happened to be a handsome and talented woman with His Highness the Prince.
Short story, be, written for fun, no one is a good person, and the last one is a piece of cake.
Intention: I am thinking about something, and my sorrow is like three springs