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The Strategy of Love

A good brother was troubled by the need to break off a marriage engagement, After drinking, the young Marquis of Marquis Duanjing Residence, Yan Qing, was willing to take a stab for his good brother, "It's just a woman, right? I'll marry her!" When the alcohol wore off, he looked at Ling Hua who had come to find him— He regretted it so much his guts turned green! At the age of thirteen, Ling Hua struck the complaint drum to bring a lawsuit to the Emperor's attention, daring to risk her life by dragging down the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor's family from power, saving the entire Ling Family and thus making a name for herself in the Capital City. Three years later, she reorganized the Ling Family, firmly grasping it in her hands, leaving no one able to shake it. Every time Yan Qing mentioned her, he sighed with emotion, thankful he didn't marry this woman. —In the end, he married her! ------------------------ Yan Qing: A young man holding a grasp of the crisp breeze, intoxicating the verdant courtyard with the fragrance of orchids for miles Ling Hua: Stained by the color of Begonia from Qiyun Mountain, worthy of plucking a single bloom to hasten the adornment of makeup

Xiziqing · Umum
Peringkat tidak cukup
538 Chs

Chapter 1 Guardian (First Update)_1

The sky was too dark, and there were hardly any people moving about on Jade Bridge Street.

Qin Huan and seven or eight companions had walked halfway down the street when they saw Yan Qing talking to ants by the roadside. Overjoyed, Qin Huan, holding a box, approached him, "Brother Yan!"

Startled, Yan Qing looked up with displeasure, frowning at the group standing before him. It took him a moment to recognize Qin Huan among them, and he said, annoyed, "Keep it down, will you? You're scaring the poor ants away."

Qin Huan: "..."

What kind of move is this, Brother Yan? Are ants really afraid of loud noises?

Though he didn't understand, he still obediently crouched down and leaned in to ask, "Brother Yan, why are you sitting here?"

Yan Qing was distressed, "I'm protecting them, so they don't get stepped on. Move away, far away."

Qin Huan: "..."

The others: "..."

The ground was pitch-dark, and they had to apologize for their poor eyesight; they really couldn't see any ants.