MTL - The Concubine of the Phoenix Conquers the World - Chapter 8 The prince is in the bridal chamber

In the Tranquil Sun province of the empire, there exists an unremarkable lordship known as Xue Ying Territory! This is the home of the Dong Bo clan, the clan of our hero Xue Ying!

His father, a commoner turned noble; his mother, a noble who abandoned her clan for love, and his brother, an innocent toddler. But peace cannot last forever, Xue Ying’s peaceful life is shattered, and the only way to reclaim it is through power!

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As we all know, there is a force that must not be messed with in the Southern Region, thatched cottage.

Among them, the eldest disciple is the Qingyun Sword Master of the Southern Region, with a mastery of swordsmanship.

The second disciple, the Eternal Empress, leads an era.

The third disciple is a great Confucianist in the world, and the star of Wenqu came down to earth.

The fourth disciple, the reincarnation of the demon god, suppressed Jiuyou.

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Lu Changsheng: Me? I am nothing special, just their master.

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The cathedral was a stunning sight, adorned with exquisite floral decorations that did nothing but added to it's grandeur.“We are here today,” The priest began, his tone rich and commanding. “To witness the union of Manuel and Yvette in holy matrimony”.“Before we proceed, if there is anyone here who knows of any lawful impediment to this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace”“I object!”.“ On what grounds do you object, young man?”.This marriage cannot proceed as it would be unlawful. A married woman cannot marry again not when I , her husband is still hale and healthy.Yvette Jasmin, a rising and well-known actress was over the moon about her upcoming wedding.She flew to Paris for her bachelorette party with her friends, however while drunk she haphazardly married an unknown guy who turns out to be her Brother-in-law, the man who had secretly harbored feelings for her for decades. But now entangled, he couldn't help it.Crashing her wedding was another thing, possessively claiming her was another. Whosoever wanted to get to her would have to pass through this wife slave husband.

All I ever wanted was for famous detectives like Sherlock Holmes or Arsène Lupin to appear in my dreams and share their wisdom. But instead, why am I hearing the voices of notorious serial killers in my head, guiding me to solve a string of mysterious cases?