Transmigrated Home Has a Sweet Consort

Do you believe in past lives and reincarnation?

Legend has it that no matter how many years have passed, jumping into the Well of Reincarnation will lead you to meet each other again.

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Chapter Seventy-Eight My Princess

He gently blew a breath into my ear, and I froze, letting him do as he pleased.

The deep, magnetic voice said, "What do you think I'm capable of?"

To outsiders, our posture appears extremely suggestive.

Suddenly his large hand touched something wet, and when he looked down, he saw that my wound was bleeding.

His eyes erupted like a volcano: "How did you get hurt again?" His tone was cold but tinged with concern.

As she spoke, she pulled me into the room.

The two people watching from afar were green with envy; if they had anything in their hands, they would have crushed it.

The veins on Murong Kui's hands bulged, her eyes never leaving, not missing a single detail.

"The Prince and she are so loving!" Liu Ye's eyes flickered slightly, filled with a hint of envy. Like a spring breeze in March, her light blue dress made her look extremely gentle.

This statement can convey two meanings: either genuine envy or jealousy.

Murong Kui's little scheme was even more cunning than hers; she understood every unspoken implication.

A strange glint flashed in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by jealousy on her face, a look that suggested she wanted to tear people to shreds.

A glint of triumph shone in Liu Ye's eyes, yet she remained harmless when looking directly at Murong Kui, her words as warm as a spring breeze: "This must be a unique arrangement by Heaven!"

"What's the meaning?"

"Princess, the prince was very worried after you went missing, and that's when she appeared!"

"So what?" Murong Kui asked, feigning confusion.

"Your Highness has treated her as your substitute. If... the substitute disappears..."

The ruthlessness in her eyes vanished in an instant, and Murong Kui momentarily thought she had misread it, after all, Liu Ye had always presented herself as gentle and virtuous.

Lingxin pointed to a thick stack of letters on the table and said, "Miss, aren't you going to take a look at the letter written by Prince Yu?"

She gave it a quick, disgusted glance, as if she had seen something filthy and wanted to avoid it at all costs.

He said coldly and ruthlessly, "Throw it away!"