The Deity of War - Chapter 132: A Bluff

In the previous life, Jiang Peihuan was tricked by a scumbag and died tragically, which even caused her entire family to be wiped out.

When she was eighteen years old again, she was still the arrogant girl who refused to give in to her husband.

Her fiancé thought she had fallen into the water and lost her virginity, so he came to break the engagement and marry her cousin?

Everyone laughed at her, but she was happy to see the result: one hundred thousand taels of gold, I agreed to it.

After retiring from the engagement, it was rumored in the capital that she was abandoned when she was about to get married.

Unexpectedly, that unparalleled His Royal Highness Cheng Wang stood up: marrying her, why not?

Many well-known ladies’ spring boudoir dreams were shattered, but Jiang Peihuan was very moved and refused.

He is the emperor’s uncle of a scumbag, the youngest son of the late emperor, he looks suave and noble, but in fact he is ruthless.

She vowed to avenge her past life, protect her family and relatives, and did not want to have anything to do with the royal family.

But finally one day, she still accidentally became the envied Princess Cheng.

Jiang Peihuan recalled it, and became angry at the man lying beside him: Xiao Nanye, are you plotting against me?

His Royal Highness Cheng Wang, who was decisive in killing, couldn’t help laughing when he saw his concubine blowing her hair.

He whispered deceitfully, with a lingering voice: Forgive me, forgive me, I only want you alone in my life.

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He has been reincarnated, he thought that he didn't have a cheat until suddenly he noticed someone invite him on a group chat.

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MC: "Accept!"

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.