The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound - Chapter 22: Morg Camus (3)

A prince sent into exile, without the means to fight back.

I'm truly not a simp.But I had no choice.……In order to spend all this money, Jiang Chen had to rack his brains and resort to all sorts of means.Audiences: “Wrong, all wrong, this isn't a dog-like simp, obviously, it's a love wolf in battle!”

The emotionless Young Master Bo had finally gotten married. Rumor had it that the new Mrs. Bo was easily jealous and had set a family rule on their wedding night: Her husband was to return home every night, and no other females could be around him! Gradually, everyone in Jiang City realized that Young Master Bo's wife was a tigress!On their wedding anniversary, Young Master Bo brought his wife along for an event. Mrs. Bo was young, pretty, and delicate. Every time her eyes lingered at any man a second longer, her husband wouldn’t hesitate to destroy that man's company!Faced with everyone’s gazes, Mrs. Bo couldn’t help but decry, “Bo Jingyan, you've been ruining my reputation again!”Young Master Bo simply coaxed her solemnly. “You don’t know how fierce other women can be! Baby, you must protect me.”Mrs. Bo couldn’t help but flare up. In truth, he was the one who exerted strict control over her in private!

Shu Yu has passed through the book, and has become a poor cannon fodder who was implicated by the dead female supporting role and only appeared twice and was finally exiled for thousands of miles.

After finding that he could not change the result, Shu Yu decided to eat, drink, lie down and wait.

Who knew that the exile had not yet come, but she was suddenly told that she was not the daughter of the Shu family.

Her biological parents were peasant households who lived so hard to make ends meet that their house was leaking.

And the Shu family decided to obliterate her in order to hide her blemish.

Shu Yu: Come on, I can’t kill you.

Returning to his biological parents, Shu Yu finally sighed as he looked at the plate of pickles and a bowl of porridge on the table and placed in front of him, as well as his parents’ nervous and bewildered expressions.

You can’t lie flat, or you’ll starve to death.

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