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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 · Tổng hợp
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
546 Chs

Chapter 39 Really Good (First Update)_1

Upon returning to Magnolia Garden, it was pitch dark inside; not even a lamp was lit.

Wangshu, standing at the entrance, saw Ling Hua return and spoke in a hushed voice, "The Crown Prince came before dusk and has been waiting until now; he surely has not had his dinner. I asked if he would like to dine here while waiting for you, but the Crown Prince did not utter a word."

Ling Hua nodded and instructed, "Go and have the kitchen bring over some food."

Wangshu complied.

Liuli entered the room ahead of her, lighting the lamps in the outer drawing hall. As Ling Hua passed through the outer drawing hall and into the room, she saw a dark silhouette seated by the window. She paused her step and asked, "Why isn't the lamp lit?"

Xiao Zhen remained silent.

Ling Hua walked over to the table, felt for the flint on top, and lit the lamp. The room brightened instantly, and only then did she get a clear view of Xiao Zhen's face, expressionless, like a statue.