MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit - Chapter 2750 Fire (33)

Reborn in 1986, she vowed to make up for all her past life's regrets in this life.Tan Tan’s completed work: “Reclaiming Charming Times” - guaranteed quality, welcome to dive in!New book “I Troubled a Future Tycoon in My Dreams” - After rebirth, Cheng Yuan suspects her father's personality has changed. Her previously indifferent father suddenly dotes on her immensely and becomes a money-making wizard.The strangest part is she continually has the same dream where a supremely handsome man, who loves to sleep, appears. She always finds various ways to wake him up.The supremely handsome man: If I catch the woman who keeps disturbing my sleep, I will definitely teach her a harsh lesson!Until later, when he met her.He found it delightful!

“Your Majesty, please break-off my marriage with Her Highness the Imperial Princess. I fell in love with Lady Adriane Reese.”

“Six engagements, Six break-ups.”

The princess’s fiancé always had an affair with the maids!

“I don’t want to marry the crown prince, I want to live with my father forever…”

“Such a useless being. Begone!”

The princess who is known to be weak and s*upid, Apollonia.

But she has another hidden face…

“It’s because the throne is hard to obtain, my father also spent 10 years on trying to kill my mother, the empress.”

As Apollonia grinned, her red eyes shone intensely. Usurpation of the throne.

Her goal was clear. She was never shaken.

‘I want to live my life with my father.’

To be exact, I want to live my life where my father is seated.

Please wait, father. Your daughter is on her way.

To take back everything that was stolen from me.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

In 1668, our city earned the title of “The Safest Place in the Country.”I had a lot to do with that. How?Because I was arrested.