Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl Jinghua

The second part of "The Poison King's Demon Queen" is written after the previous one. In her previous life, her mother was burned alive. She became someone else's plaything. She gritted her teeth and held on, living without self-esteem. Just so that one day I can pay with blood. She can bear no matter how hard it is. But he never thought that he would die in such a miserable way. Such a death and years of forbearance became a huge irony. She was not willing to give in. She wanted to pay back the pain she had suffered to that woman twice as much. But no matter how unwilling she was, she still died. When she opened her eyes again, she was reborn, and her identity was so obvious. The apple of General Lan's eye and the future queen of Hongze Kingdom. She looked up at the extremely beautiful face in the silver mirror and laughed wildly. . . . . . From then on, there was an ugly-faced miracle doctor in the world, and a mysterious organization that made people jealous. No one dares to recruit this mysterious organization. As the saying goes, it is better to live than to die, but when encountering this organization, everything must be rewritten. The cruel and sinister new emperor of Hongze Kingdom has always regarded women as clothing. But never thought that one day his heart would be stolen by a woman named Lan. Stealing is still a trivial matter, but the problem is that this woman still doesn't take him as the emperor seriously. Small Theater: Proposal to Marry Emperor: Marry me. After marrying me, you have the final say in everything. I only ask you to marry me. A certain man: There is no one who loves you more than me in this world. I can do anything for you. A certain man: Please marry me. I can't live without you. . . . . . . Lan Dieer made a sad face: I know you are all good to me. But I can only marry one person, and this person must be my true love. All the men: Which one do you love? Lan Dieer frowned: I don't know which one it is. I have no experience in this, so let me think it over clearly. All the men fainted. . . . .