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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
539 Chs

Chapter 61 Conscience_1

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Qin Huan and Yan Qing naturally did not notice Ling Hua sitting behind them.

Qin Huan drank cup after cup, while Yan Qing watched him with a bit of fear, worried that he might drink himself to death just like that. Would he then indirectly become a murderer entangled by the Duke of Anguo's household?

After all, the person sitting in front of him was he.

Yan Qing somewhat regretted agreeing to come out for drinks; Qin Huan was clearly not in his right mind, his whole being dispirited and despondent. Yan Qing estimated that he might have lost two souls and six spirits, with only one soul and one spirit struggling to hang on.

He attempted to persuade him, "Brother Qin, don't just focus on drinking. We haven't seen each other for a long time, let's chat."

"It's been eleven days." Qin Huan held up his index finger, then a little finger, shaking them in front of Yan Qing, "I remember it most clearly, my grandmother locked me up to watch over me for a full eleven days."