The Ghost King's Wife is Sassy and Beautiful - Chapter 901 - : If You’re Here, I Won’t Give Birth

Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short.One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate.[Sure. I’d love to marry you.]…What? She’s accepting?The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses.And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.

After assisting the man she loves with all her heart to the throne, Li Wanrou dies miserably in the cold palace, her dead body wrapped in a broken mat and thrown into the disorderly funeral hillock.

The first time they met on a blind date, Ji Sang agreed to Fu Yisi's proposal to get married.The second time they met, they tied the knot at the civil affairs bureau.The third time they met, just back in the country, Ji Sang looked at the man who came to pick her up and decided she wanted him to be her model.Ji Sang thought her husband, whom she married through an arranged marriage, was a gentleman on the outside but cold and indifferent on the inside.But unexpectedly, the man turned out to be so sultry and scheming!Fu Yisi: 'Do you like jawlines, hmm?Fu Yisi: 'Want to touch?'Fu Yisi: 'Am I good enough? You can check yourself.'Ji Sang is a giant in thought but a dwarf in action, rendered powerless by his teasing. She imagined it countless times until one day after an argument between them, Dr. Fu leisurely took off his shirt.'Didn't you want to shoot me? I'll let you shoot to your heart's content.'A socially anxious and aloof photographer x A cold-faced, quiet, sharp-tongued but kind-hearted Dr. Fu.

Living for the sole aim of escaping!

‘Light of Rusbella’ was a depressing romance novel.

Wishing for a new life, Asili Rosé was reborn as the daughter of the 8th wife of the Estrian Emperor.

She thought she was born with a golden spoon, but it was actually just a gilded spoon?

Once she realized that nothing but ruin awaited, she found a diary foreshadowing the future…

It foretold Asili’s death by the hands of the Crown Prince, Castor!

…Let’s try to survive first.

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“What can I do for my elder brother?”

“Well.”

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Pale sky blue hair fluttered finely in the wind. He smiled weakly, before parting his dry lips.

“Call my name.”

“…”

My head quickly snapped up.

“Call me… Amoru.”

His fingertips skimmed along my inner wrist.