Her Heartless Evil Man

Perhaps there is another way, that is, to fight it with death, but as for Li'an, I should at least know his safety.

Thinking so, as soon as my legs were soft, I had to kneel down and thank the emperor for his kindness, and my heart was as frightened as if the sky had fallen.

When my father-in-law left, I stared at the direction he went, and I didn't believe he really came.

However, everything around me tells me that all this is true.

The pleasing faces shook around in front of me, and familiar and unfamiliar faces greeted me, congratulating me one after another. I am no longer the 17th miss of the Lou family, I am the princess of the current Dynasty, and then I will be the only Han princess on the zarut prairie.

The princess's identity is more noble than the identity of Miss 17 of the Lou family, and I don't know how many Huaichun girls in the world want to go, but for me, it is the most unwanted result.

I don't want to be a princess. I'd rather be the wife of ordinary people. Even if I wash clothes and cook, I'll enjoy it.

But none of these domestic slaves understood my heart. They just congratulated and rewarded me and annoyed me.

"I haven't married yet. How can I not be regarded as a princess? Please don't call the princess." I roared loudly, which made the yard quiet for a moment.

These people looked at me with an inexplicable face and were not even ashamed of their flattery.

"Let's break up, miss. I'm not used to such a happy event at the moment. Let's come back tomorrow." ruoqing helped me out.

That group of people looked at ruoqing and then looked at me. Sure enough, they dispersed slowly.

I looked at her gratefully. Without her, I really didn't know how to face them. My heart was too confused.

"Ruoqing, thank you." I sincerely said.

"Miss, come in and have a rest. I'll call you when Mrs. nine comes back." she guessed my mind as if she knew my heart.

I am really looking forward to the return of Mrs. nine.

The night came quietly, but Mrs. nine still didn't go back to her house. My waiting was light. After dinner, I went to the bamboo forest and listened to the rustle of bamboo leaves.

Pick a bamboo leaf, gently place it on your lips, exhale, and the melodious music sounds. It is an ancient boat song, which is the homesick complex that fishermen look forward to returning home on their way back from fishing in the sea.

There is joy, expectation and more eagerness, which is the desire for home, family reunion and family happiness.

I wonder why the emperor promised so readily? Does turdan really like me? Must I not marry?

Doesn't he care about my feelings? He only saw me once and wanted to marry me. He said it was better to marry, but it was forced marriage.

What about my mother? Stay in the capital and be bullied? I'm not reconciled. I really don't want to marry him.

Thinking in my heart, the more the song blows, the more sad it is. If I can't hear it clearly, "Miss, the wind is strong. Go back. Maybe Mrs. nine has come back."

Yes, it's time to come back so late. I think so. I walk back step by step.

From a distance, I saw that my house was bright with lights and people. It must be Mrs. 9. No one had such a big show and called before and after servants except her.

I quickened my pace and rushed into the house. I was about to say hello, but I found that the person who came to see me was not Mrs. 9, but my father who had never looked at me in the eyes for more than ten years.