The Devil Prince Keeps Pestering Him

Yao Sisi was originally an orphan girl now. She was unlucky enough to marry the superior Situ Rong. In the end, she was just a poor chess piece. She died in his hands. After her death, she traveled through time and became the eighth princess Yao Sisi with the same name in ancient times. The fates are so similar. It turns out that the Eighth Prince is his "ex-husband" Situ Rong with the same name and the same appearance. Is this a huge misfortune? Or a huge blessing? From then on, the tragedy of the entire Eighth Prince's Mansion began, with everyone trying to avoid him. No matter it is Yao Sisi now or Yao Sisi in ancient times, he does not love her. After traveling from modern times to ancient times, Situ Rong fell in love with her. She asked him, "Why did I not love the same face before, but now I love it?" He smiled and replied, "I am the one who called your soul here. Who do you think I love?" Yao Sisi tried every means to avoid the inferior scumbag, but in the end she was unfortunately taken back... Fragment 1 "Sir, a good dog doesn't block the way!" Her bright eyes raised slightly, her face was innocent, but her words were extremely sharp. He narrowed his cold eyes slightly, feeling a storm of danger. Looking at the woman who raised her head to speak and exposed her white neck, he wished he could snap her neck right now. This was the woman he had tried every means to get, but she was looking at him like a stranger at the moment. "Sir, you should take your medicine as early as possible. My family owns a medicine shop. If you come to get the medicine, I can give you a 10% discount." The person wearing the clothes looks like a dog, and he is not always a scumbag. "Yao Sisi, do you mind teaching me through actions?" The next moment, like a violent storm, he was so close to his eyes, she was hanging on his shoulder like an upside-down golden hook, and what he called his action... Clip 2 "Yao——Si——Si——" He roared in shock, and chased him out of the house in disheveled clothes with a forbearing look on his face, and a storm quickly swept around him. "Master, the porridge is ready on the stove. I'll bring you a bowl to cool down the fire." He turned around, his eyes misty, and his moving eyes were full of grievances. "Sisi——" In an instant, the anger all over his body turned into a helpless sigh, and the angry cold face turned into doting and affection. "I know, I know, I'll give you two bowls." He raised his feet and wanted to run wildly, but as soon as he raised his feet, he found that he was still running in place. The corners of his lips twitched, and he still wanted to run. He didn't mind letting her know what kind of man he married. She blatantly challenged his majesty. He was mighty in front of others, but he was a docile cat in front of her. Except she didn't know that cats also get drunk sometimes...