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Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie's Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue is in dire straits— Her fiancé has abandoned her for the country’s top socialite. Worst of all, her family has been declared bankrupt, and the media has forced her into desperation. In her desolation, she seeks help from the powerful Young Master Xie, and gains strength through her marriage with him during her lowest period. From that day onwards, she eggs herself to grow stronger to become the best wife for her husband. This novel is a sweet, sugary book. There are no heart-wrenching scenes or misunderstandings. Sugary Scene Yun Bixue: "Limo, aren't you going to ask who I met today?" Xie Limo: "It doesn’t matter who you met. What matters is that you’re here by my side now." Yun Bixue "Limo, let's make a pinky promise. In the future, I will trust you, and you will trust me too. We will not allow external factors to affect our home, and we’ll be just like the saying 'if you do not abandon me, I will always be at your side until the end of my life'.” Xie Limo met Yun Bixue's determined gaze and without thinking, he reached out his finger and sealed the promise before intertwining their fingers together.

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The wind chimes of memories (11)

Han yichu gestured with his other hand, and then walked into the palace step by step.

Huang qingwu was led by han yichu.

"Qingwu, follow my footsteps. Don't go the wrong way."

"Oh!"

Huang qingwu had learned a lot of formations from the Black Dragon Gang, visited the haunted Hollow, and learned mechanisms and formations from Uncle Si Wuying. However, she realized that han yichu's every step was different from what she had learned before.

He kept walking and walking. After walking for an unknown number of steps, it was as if the fog in front of him had been cleared away, and he suddenly saw the light.

A mansion of the Republic of China suddenly appeared in front of him, making him feel as if he had traveled through time and space.

"Yichu, we didn't travel through time again, did we?"

Han yichu touched Huang qingwu's hair gently."You'll know when you go in."