Zhao Changhuan knew that Fu Que didn't like her, whether it was her who was once a wealthy woman or who later became someone else's, but it didn't matter, she only hoped for his good, but he shouldn't press Fu Que step by step, and dare to hurt her and harm her unscrupulously even though he knew her intentions. Okay, okay, since you are ruthless, I will stop. She cut off her feelings and walked step by step through thorns and blood towards the high position of the princess of the auxiliary country, but Fu Que caught up with her again, saying that there was a misunderstanding between them. She believed it, but she didn't intend to give the other party a chance to explain. The belated affection was as cheap as grass, Fu Que, I don't want you anymore.
