It was still daytime, but there was no sound outside, and even the old doctor's coughing disappeared.

The air in the entire room seemed to be still, and Zhao Ling had been waiting for Zhang Ruoyu's reaction after saying those words. He is now like a gambler in a gambling house, having exhausted all his possessions, and now he is waiting for the last sieve on the table to open and see if the results inside can make him turn over directly.

Will she be disgusted with herself for this?

If she really hates her identity because of this, then what about herself?

The identity of the sixth prince of Southern Zhao is not something he can choose freely, from the moment he was born to the present,......

Chapter 92 of "The Wine Lady is Too Intoxicating" Pat your head is hitting in your hand, please wait a moment,

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