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My Princess and Crown Prince Are Revived

Six years ago, the legitimate daughter of the Chu Family was schemed against by her half-sister and was forced to marry the Princely Heir, who was blind and not long for this world. Fortunately, her medical skills were excellent, and she detoxified the Princely Heir. Who would have thought after he came back to life, the emperor would actually want to bestow a concubine upon him—and this jerk didn't even refuse. Furious, she left a divorce letter and then set the Prince Residence on fire, fleeing in haste. Six years later, the same Princely Heir remained a lonely man, with all his old servants worrying their hearts out. One day, upon encountering a Little Baozi on the street who looked strikingly like the Princely Heir, they instantly burst into tears. "The Prince Residence has a successor! Princely Heir, please come back with us to the Prince Residence quickly." Who knew, Little Baozi disdainfully said, "Not interested." "Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is immensely wealthy..." "My mother is the wealthiest person!" "Princely Heir, the Prince Residence is extremely safe..." "My mother is the Martial Arts Alliance Hierarch!" "Princely Heir, the Prince Residence has powerful armies..." "My mother is the heir to the Nanduan Kingdom!" Suddenly, a faint voice came from behind: "Then, does your mother need an Imperial Consort? I think myself quite suitable."

Qiao Luochuan · Histoire
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168 Chs

Chapter 23 Pretending to be Affectionate

"Prince, you must be mistaken, my father and brother would never betray you."

Wan Yiyu sobbed, shaking her head, unwilling to admit it.

"Miss Wan, how do you think your brother is doing now?" Ziwu suddenly asked in a lowered voice.

Wan Yiyu's heart sank, and she could no longer cry; she carefully asked, "How, what happened to him?"

"Since he deceived everyone by saying he was dead, then let us turn that lie into reality," Ziwu said slowly.

"Ah..." Wan Yiyu let out a panicked scream.

"Did you kill my brother?"

"The military officer must have received the body by now. Next will be him, Miss Wan could still see him one last time if she returns now," Ziwu commented sarcastically.

Wan Yiyu's face turned ashen; she hurriedly got up and ran out, her mouth continuously chanting, "It's not true, it's not true."