But Nalan Zhengze's expression was too confident, which made him realize that Nalan Zhengze must be holding a bigger trump card in his hand.
And this trump card will be very surprising.
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At the same time, in Nalan Feixue's room.
Nalan Feixue, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally woke up slowly.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her sister Nalan Yurong and her mother Madam Nalan sitting beside her.
Nalan Yurong's face was pale and she looked haggard, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, filled with an incomparable and burning hatred.
Mrs. Nalan pressed a towel against her forehead, sobbing softly, and kept murmuring: "My poor daughter, my poor children..."
Nalan Feixue's memory slowly returned, and what flashed before his eyes was the fat and lewdly smiling face of Zhu Yuanzhang, the last thing he saw before he fell into a coma.
She screamed, jumped up from the bed, and shouted, "I don't want to marry that fat guy, I absolutely don't want to marry that fat guy, mother, big sister, you must save me, you must save me, wuwuwu..."
Madam Nalan couldn't hold back any longer when she heard her daughter's cry. She sobbed softly and burst into tears. "My poor Feixue, it was all that bitch's fault. How could the master be so cruel? You are her biological daughter... How could he marry you to that kind of person..."
In the room, the cries of Nalan Feixue and Madam Nalan rose one after another, filled with despair, sadness, resentment and unwillingness.
"Stop crying!" Suddenly, a cold and clear voice interrupted their crying.
Nalan Yurong, who had been sitting there without saying anything, suddenly looked at the two of them and said coldly, "What's the point of just crying? Are you willing to let yourself be humiliated and manipulated by that bitch Nalan Hexi? Feixue, do you really want to marry that fat guy from the Zhu family?"
"No! No! No! I don't want to!" Nalan Feixue shook her head frantically, threw herself beside Nalan Yurong, and said anxiously, "Big sister, you have a way, right? Do you have a way to deal with that bitch Nalan Hexi? Do you have a way to stop me from marrying that fat guy?"
Nalan Yurong looked down at her sister's tear-stained face, looking at her hopefully, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up: "Okay, if you really don't want to marry that fat guy, then do as I say. I promise, as long as you do what I tell you to do, not only can I save you from marrying Zhu Chongba, but I can also make you the prince's principal wife as you wish."
Nalan Feixue was overjoyed after hearing this. He grabbed Nalan Yurong's hand and whispered, "I'll do it! I'll do it! Sister, as long as I don't have to marry that fat guy, I'm willing to do anything!"
Nalan Yurong smiled with satisfaction, slowly lowered her head, and whispered a long string of words into her sister's ear.
Nalan Feixue's expression changed from shock and panic to overjoyed joy. Finally, she laughed and said, "Big sister, you are really the best! Don't worry, I will definitely get it done!"
After saying that, he quickly changed his clothes and rushed out of the room.
Nalan Yurong sat there, watching her sister's departing back, a sinister expression on her face, "Nalan Hexi, you want to compete with me for His Majesty the King of Hell, I want to see if you have the luck to do so! When His Majesty the King of Hell finds out that you've become a fallen woman, will he still like you and marry you? Hahaha..." (To be continued)