The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli lowered her head to look at her fiery red wedding dress, then glanced at the ancient and elegant buildings around her. For the first time in her life, she had a suicidal urge, "Transmigrating... could it be transmigration Damn it, I'm a staunch materialist and a successor of socialism! So many people want to transmigrate, don't let me transmigrate!",Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.,"I'm sorry, Military Advisor. Although you and the Prince are close, **time is of the essence, and even the biggest matters must wait until after the Prince spends his wedding night.**" The leader of the guards said with a hint of malice in his voice.。