MTL - Feng Mang - Chapter 190 Great reforms.

The prosperity is about to come to an end, and the poor boy quietly rises.

Traveling across time and space, seek the leader of the world.

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In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general’s daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need.

In her last life, as a cold-blooded assassin, she died without leaving her body behind and was reborn to the time when she was 15 years old with a supernatural ability.

Teaching a lesson to the parents whom are jerks, playing around with the selfish younger sister, slapping the faces of weirdo relatives.

Outstanding and high combat ability, who said that both looks and intelligence can’t be applied to the same person? With that said, she got the attention of a military officer.

“You’re suspected for the crime of murder, hacking into the general server system…… There’s too many crimes to be listed, you need to be apprehended immediately.”

Song Ye raised her eyebrow and got onto the military officer, “According to Young Master Qin, if I want to be cleared off of those crimes, is there any good suggestion for it?”

A certain someone’s eyes darkened and said, “Marry me.”

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I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)