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Chapter 110: Eight lifetimes of bad luck

"Shuanglan, wait for the princess to change..."

The cold voice, the cold expression, coupled with her cold eyes...

The word "Jianxue"... really suits her so well.

"Since you are newlyweds and entering the palace, you should dress more festively. Does the princess like this rose-red silk robe?" [

Mu Yanli's eyes widened and she looked at the two of them in disbelief.

"Since the princess is silent, she has acquiesced. Just wear this one. It looks good to me, too..."

At the critical moment, where did that dead girl Xiao Xingzi go?

Before she could express any opinions, someone made a decision in a domineering manner...

nnd, which of her eyes saw her expressing her love...

kao! tapped her acupoints and made her unable to move or speak. Even if she didn't like it, what opinions could she express?

These two people have such bad attitudes and arrogance. How can they look like servants?

She calls herself a slave, but she is neither arrogant nor humble, and full of arrogance. She is more of a master than she is...

The rose red silk robe has small flowers embroidered with gold and silver threads on the top. The collar and cuffs are all lace embroidered with silver threads.

The pale pink lower skirt has a pattern of flying butterflies on it, which contrasts with her embroidered rose-red robe, which adds a touch of agility.

The shawl is also light pink, with some silver threads mixed on it. When it is illuminated by the sun, it will reflect dazzling light.

When you get married, your hair must be styled into a woman's bun and cannot be worn down.

The hair she wore was tied into a bun, making her childish face look slightly more mature against the backdrop of the bun.

"It is the princess's blessing to marry someone like the young master..."

After putting on her clothes, combing her hair, and putting on makeup, Shuang Lan stared at her for a while and suddenly said this.

The eyes looking at her, although cold, were unabashedly filled with a hint of envy.

Mu Yanli snorted disapprovingly.

She had been unlucky for eight lifetimes before marrying a romantic man.

If this can be considered a blessing, she would rather give this blessing to others.[


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