The Princess and Her Rough-Rider Khan - Chapter 90 - 0 Who wouldn’t be moved by a woman like this? (Third update)

When others pass through, they are either all-powerful or proud of their lives, but when it was her turn, Jiang Liuer turned into a calamity.

The declining family, the unassuming father, the nerdy sister, and the black-bellied boy who popped out of nowhere… all of them are her calamity.

Jiang Liu did not hesitate, twisted Jie into a fortune with his chubby hands, and lived happily ever after.

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wake up.

Luo Qingzhou became a little bastard of the Luo family in the Chengguo Mansion of the Great Yan Empire.

In order to help the second son of the Luo family regret his marriage, Luo Qingzhou was forced to marry into a married woman and married a foolish bride who was said to be unable to speak or laugh.

It wasn’t until after worshiping heaven and earth and after the wedding night in the bridal chamber that he suddenly realized:

“My wife, something is wrong!”

Not only is there something wrong with the lady, even the two little maids beside the lady and the rest of the Qin family are all wrong!

The big maid is sweet, charming and seductive, with a voice like a lark;

The little maid was as cold as ice and snow with a murderous aura, her throat was sealed as soon as she drew her sword.

My sister-in-law is talented, and she is as delicate and beautiful as Lin Daiyu.

The little cousin is arrogant and domineering, and the whip is fatal.

The father-in-law has a serious face, but secretly speaks dirty words.

The mother-in-law is as beautiful as a flower, and she loves to roll her eyes at the top of her head.

The second elder brother devoted himself to practicing martial arts and said that he wanted to honor his ancestors.

As for Luo Qingzhou, he just wanted to be a son-in-law honestly, and then sneak around and be invincible…

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After transmigration, Lin Yue could hear a voice whispering in his ear every day, sharing all sorts of secrets with him.Small matters like the thoughts of the girl next door, to great mysteries like the secrets of the heavens, the voice persisted daily, broadcasting randomly.He originally wanted to live an unremarkable life, but in this world of Xianxia dynasties where mortals are considered as insignificant as weeds, the fate of an ordinary man without power is no longer in his own hands.Thus, he had no choice but to stop being 'just a person'.'Your Majesty the Empress, you wouldn't want your secret of treason to be revealed by others, right?'

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”