First life:
I was a princess and he was a hostage. He returned to the country to seize the throne and then came to marry me. Later, I stood on the altar with great resentment: "Qin Huai, I hate you!"
Second life:
The king granted me a marriage, and it was destined to be a happy marriage. But why was I dying in his arms: "It's really a pity that Lin Xiaoer couldn't marry you."
In the third life, I wrote a story about robbery and robbery, which makes me a little embarrassed when I think about it. But I picked up the poisoned wine glass and drank it all in one gulp: "Xiao Qinhuai, I don't want to meet you again in my next life."
Why! Why is this happening! I didn't write this! That's not how I wrote it! I almost collapsed, and a big soft hand gently touched my head: "Stop scheming against him. What do you and your mother-in-law want? Tell me and I will get it for you."
Get it, haha! How ridiculous! My mother-in-law has been madly in love with him for so many years, but he doesn't even know what our prototype is and can't let him go! If you don't let go, you will... Die.
Motto: Sometimes destiny is not in your own hands