Chapter 388: Prince Wenwang

ince was a true tiger. Wasn't she just walking into his den...She bit her lip, a sense of powerlessness washing over her.She originally thought that as long as she worked hard enough, even as a woman,...tes.The dust from the Louvre settled, and with a dull thud came a mouthful of blood, spat right onto the face of the official from the Ministry of Rites. The latter was terrified, scrambling everywher...