The breeze is blowing, and there is a slight chill in the air in the early spring.

The Hidden Blade in her hand was still on Wen Yanru's neck without wavering, and everyone didn't dare to act rashly, surrounding the back room, waiting for instructions.

Wen Yanru in front of him lowered his eyes, and only muttered in his mouth: "But I'm the prince...... I was born to be admired by all men and to ascend to that high hall. But God was unfair to me, so I dragged this sick body to suffer the ridicule and cold eyes of others. Don't I have the right to be the master of my own life? ”

Wen Yanru said, raised his head and looked at her, she actually saw endless sadness in his eyes.

But even if Wen Yanru bears more than she wants......

"After being reborn, I play the heroine every day" Chapter 89 Painting the ground as a prison is in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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