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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 · Geral
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540 Chs

Chapter 21 Midnight_1

Wen Xingzhi didn't wait long before his man came back to report and conveyed Ling Hua's words to him. At the same time, he mentioned that Ling Hua was accompanied by five hundred guards, and clearly, those were top-notch experts, serving as Ling Hua's most trusted Hidden Guards.

Wen Xingzhi frowned, "Did she really say that?"

The comer nodded, "Not a word different."

Wen Xingzhi twisted his fingers and asked, "If our men confront hers, could we still manage to escort her up the mountain as she wishes?"

The comer said with a barely perceptible confidence, "It's fifty-fifty."

Wen Xingzhi spoke indifferently, "So you mean, we would wound the enemy a thousand but lose eight hundred of our own in the process?"

He paused for a moment, pondered briefly, and then waved a hand, "Forget it, withdraw our men, let her enter the Capital."

The comer nodded.