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A deal tied the cross-bred Qiao Qingyun to the current saint's favorite young son, and she became the Crown Princess of the Primordial Kingdom as promised. On the night of the wedding ceremony, he undressed broadly, and she raised her eyes coldly: "What are you doing?" "Sleeping with my wife and having a son." He moves without stopping. She pressed a silver needle against the acupuncture point on his neck, "Has anyone ever told you that the more beautiful a woman is, the more she looks like a poisoned flower, killing...