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The man in the golden dragon robe looked at Zhuang Li complicatedly: "Xiao Li, are you blaming me? Are you blaming me for killing him? What's wrong with being my concubine? I can give you a lifetime of glory and wealth." "I... Disdain." After thinking about it, the woman in white said these three words with the same pride on her face. "What did you say?" Sure enough, when the emperor heard these three words, his face turned green, and this woman actually said that she disdained them. I thought the emperor would be furious, but he didn't. Instead, he suddenly rushed over, bit Zhuang Li's delicate red lips, and then swore to the sky: "Zhuang Li, remember, in this life, you can only be my woman, Hu Yanjue Luo Yu"

"Please let me go, we... Are not traveling together." There was a plea on her face. But he replied harshly: "Ye Anran, you will never leave Prince Ruian's Mansion in your life. Remember, even if you die, your tombstone will still have Princess Ruian engraved on it." She closed her eyes in despair and shed tears... A long time later, when they faced off again, their identities were completely different. She wore a golden crown of nine phoenixes and smiled seductively at him: "Your Majesty, you are well." His face was gloomy and he clenched his fists, but he had to salute in a low voice: "Good luck to the Queen."

On the day of the emperor's wedding, she watched her beloved break his vows and marry someone else; on the cliff, she swore to the sky that if I didn't die, I would come back! After resurrecting from the disaster, her temperament changed drastically, and she fought her way out just for revenge... When they met again, he embraced her affectionately, but she pierced his chest with a dagger: "It's so lonely on the road to hell, I need someone to accompany me." - The plot is fictional, please do not imitate.

He said harshly: "Ye Anran, you will never leave Prince Ruian's Mansion in your life. Remember, even if you die, your tombstone will still have Princess Ruian engraved on it." A long time later, when they faced off again, their identities were completely different. Wearing a golden crown of nine phoenixes, she smiled seductively at him: "Your Majesty, you are well." His face was gloomy and he had to salute in a low voice: "Good luck to the Queen."