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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

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Chapter 45 Domestication_1

Yan Qing was in a bad mood, and he didn't feel like cooling off under the grape trellis anymore. He stood up, went back to his room to change into his riding attire, and on a whim decided to go hunting.

Duanyang chased after him, "Young Master Marquis, are you going hunting without calling for Master Cheng and the others?"

"No need to call for them; their little skills only amount to clapping and cheering," Yan Qing said disdainfully. "After I've hunted the game, I'd still have to share it with them. They act like a bunch of ancestors, what's the use in bringing them along?"

Duanyang remained silent.

Yan Qing rode out of the city and headed for the hunting ground at the foot of Qiyun Mountain. He could never forget those three plum blossom deer he had hunted that day—so plump and delicious, yet he hadn't gotten to taste a single bite.

Upon arriving at the hunting grounds, he made a gesture to the tail following him, "Don't follow me, you'll be in the way."

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