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Everyone knows what the prince hates - there are no maids in his East Palace, not even concubines. But on that gloomy dusk, a humble maid of honor was forced to stay. He is a high-ranking prince who occasionally gives out some expired sympathy to show the great grace of God. She was a humble house servant who misunderstood the meaning of receiving a reward to express gratitude. She deceived him but could not leave him, and had no choice but to deal with the devil. At that time, every day was the end for her. She didn't want to die, and she did everything just to survive. He watched with cold eyes, occasionally adding fuel to the fire, watching her rise and fall until she stood side by side with him. -----------------------------------------------No one of you is allowed to touch the queen I raised with my own hands! This article is not slow to read, not a noob, or abusing the body or the mind. Good quality guaranteed, welcome to collect.

The real body is a female disciple who pretends to be serious. The soul is a little black cat with no desires or desires Running around with the ideal of rescuing Master But unexpectedly encountered the most troublesome thing - saving the world Where is this going? Regardless of humans or gods, can this world only rely on us cats?