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In his previous life, when Jiang Heng knelt in front of the steps of Weiyang Palace and coughed up blood, he realized that Jiao Fang's single favor was poisonous. The emperor, who always held her in his arms, had a sinister look on his face, and in order to preserve the throne of his childhood sweetheart, the emperor, he personally fed her the seductive medicine. When she opened her eyes again, she went back to the night before she accepted the favor. She tightened her grip on the poison-quenched silver hairpin in her sleeves. She would never again be the prey of others. While the emperor was on a tour to the south, she burned the Tongshi archives, mixed the palace sand with cinnabar, and dotted it between the eyebrows of the palace maids who watched the night. On the day she fled to the south of the Yangtze River, she saw a tall figure in a black cloak standing on the prow of a black awning boat. The emperor's fingertips were crushing the forged palace sand on her wrist, and her red phoenix eyes were as scarlet as a fallen Shura: \

Chasing Wife Crematorium + Strong Woman + BE + Revenge The revengeful and pro-princess vs. The cold and paranoid young master Three years ago, Pei Yu personally wrote a letter to send me to Beimo for marriage. He said: A princess's marriage can be worth a million troops. Three months ago, Pei Yu suggested attacking the Northern Desert. I am no longer the aloof Princess Yongding, but the lowest bitch in the military camp. Humiliated in every possible way. . Outside the gauze curtain is my daughter who is less than two years old! I don't know from which day the child's crying became lower and lower. Eventually she died in my arms. I cried for a long time holding the pink-carved and jade-carved little baby. Cry that our mother and daughter are suffering. Crying father is cruel. Cry Pei Yu ruthlessly. Power, after all, is most securely held in one's own hands.