The Seventh Miss, Di

Ye Liuli Zhou is not only but also sweats, not knowing whether to rejoice or lament.,Military Advisor Gu Lanxi gasped, "Alas, we were still one step too late. Ye Liuli must not die. The Crown Prince is trying every means to target our Wangye. If Ye Liuli dies…",Under the crimson backdrop, her snow-white arms were tinged with a faint blush, inspiring endless fantasies.。