Mama's Princess is Daddy's Beloved - Chapter 1443 Does My Smile Portray My Feelings Wrong?

In the Sky Sword Continent there are thousands of sects and strong cultivators as common as trees. In order to prevent his older sister from being forcefully married off, Lu Xuan had no choice to but to unceasingly cultivate and enter a sect to ask for a favor. By chance, a sword-shaped crystal of mysterious origins entered into Lu Xuan’s body, containing countless top-class martial skills, powerful martial arts, and everything you could wish for! A martial legend starts here…

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[He is the villain in the house fighting essay, the roadblock in the spoiled essay, and the negative teaching material in the imperial examination essay]
His father joined the army and was named a marquis, but Mrs. Hou is not his mother, what should I do?
The stepmother seems to be transmigrating, gentle and virtuous, but in fact she wants to nurture him, what should I do?
The grandmother is snobby and wants him to give up the position of the eldest son. What should I do?
When preparing for the imperial examination, the relatives make trouble and want him to fail the examination. What should I do?
——The above answers are all in the “Complete Explanation of the Reverse Textbooks of the Imperial Examination”. This book covers family disputes, difficulties in the imperial examination, troubles in the officialdom, and the rules of power and ministers. I have a book in hand, I have the scientific test, and the teaching will not give a full refund!

Later, when the Xungui family taught their children to study, they would always take Xiao Jingduo as an example: “Study well, don’t go astray. Don’t imitate him, you won’t disgrace the words of the sages.”
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People in the world have mixed evaluations of Xiao Jingduo, and what he is most criticized for is that he has no literati spirit, and is willing to be the sword of the regent princess and work for the princess.
Until later, Xiao Jingduo married the princess regent.
Courtier: …………No wonder!

This article is also known as “The Revenge of the Original Spouse”

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System, “You have a sickness. Moreover, you’ll have one in every world.”

Hao Ritian, “…”

System, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

Hao Ritian smiled, “No, there’s no problem. I was just a bit excited.”

System, “…”

That smile intensified the system’s feeling of ominous foreboding. It has had this premonition since it learned the name of its host. Now it only prays that this is all its imagination!

Ps: Protagonist shou 1v1, the gong is always the same person.

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”