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In her last life, she was exploited by a scumbag and a bitch, killing the man who loved her deeply, having her whole family beheaded, and finally being humiliated to death. After rebirth, she abandoned her cowardice and overcame all obstacles. He tore up Princess Bailian with his own hands, took revenge on the concubine Green Tea, and personally pulled the scumbag off the throne, becoming invincible along the way. But this time the regent is quite difficult to get! "Uncle Nine Emperors, I can cure your hidden disease." "I have no hidden disease, only mysophobia!" "Uncle Nine Emperors, as long as you cooperate with me for one year, I will ensure that you sit on the throne." "No, I don't need it!" Zhu Xingyao: "..." "Because I want you for the rest of my life..." From then on, the cold-faced King of Hell transformed into a madman who protects his wife.

The forbidden agreement between the son of a guilty minister and the inheritor of the fragrant soul. In the ancient palace, he faced fate with sincerity; in the secret realm of Xianghun, he protected love with courage. But when taboos collide with family feuds, they must choose between love and hate.

The overt and covert struggles in the legal profession, the battle between justice and evil. The young lawyer peels off the cocoons in complex cases, uncovers layers of fog, and searches for the truth. Every case is a war without smoke, and every defense is an insistence on justice. In the ocean of law, how can he maintain his original intention and not lose his way?

This is a war for national restoration, a war that changes the world.

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This is a chaotic world, and the world must be united after a long period of division, because there is a wise emperor who favors only one person in his life. He is cold by nature, but he is passionate about her... This is the time of nine lives. He is indifferent and she is passionate. Their love is so happy in every life. It is renewed by chance. The studies are heavy.

After a sword fight, the two formed a brotherly bond. After a drinking contest, the two became husband and wife. After all, it is the mutual admiration between the two people in the world. After chatting on July 15th every year, they go their separate ways again. Until, in the sixth year of their acquaintance, there was no sword in his hand, and no wine in her pot, only a sword and wine. Perhaps, they already understood in their hearts that the affairs of the world and the affairs of the court were finally mixed together, and the prodigal would no longer have the body of a prodigal, and the world would be without the people of the world.