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nWhy was that tyrant so vile?

nSo annoying!

nLiu Rushuang cried on the inside and walked to the back of the palace.

nShe reached both her arms out and let the palace maids Dress her.

n(*￣︿￣) Pissed off!

nThe first wedding dress was red, skin tight with a gold, round collar and gold floral embroidery. Her dress was bright and glistening.

nLiu Rushuang thought it wasn’t too bad. It was just a little too thick!

n“It doesn’t look good, change!” Said Han Moze with an emotionless look on his face when he saw the back .

nLiu Rushuang furrowed her brows.

nShe continued to change.

nThe second wedding dress was a big, wife, red robe with a yellow corset that dragged two feet behind her.

nShe thought that it was very inconvenient to walk in this dress!

n“It doesn’t look good, change,” said Han Moze with an emotion this look on his face

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nAfter rejecting eight dresses, she got completely mad.

n“Do you have any taste whatsoever? If you don’t, then quit randomly criticizing them!”

nShe thought that they were all presentable!

nThe palace maids trembled in fear. Her Majesty was really daring.

nHow could she does speak to the emperor like that?

nI hope that when the emperor got mad later, they wouldn’t be drug down with her.

nThey prayed and prayed…

nBut to their surprise Han Moze never erupted into thunderous rage. I’ll he did was stare at her with a sinister smile and said, “Continue to change! Otherwise…”

nShe furrowed her brows and gritted her teeth. Then, she stormed back to the back of the palace in fury and continued to take off her clothes and get changed.

nShe had an extremely upset look on her face!

nHer enemy was not a God fearing man!

n…But trash who’s afraid of monsters!

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nHan Moze leisurely knocked the table. *knock knock knock…*

nLiu Rushuang really wanted to go slap Han Moze several times on the face, but she had to resist.

nChange… change… change…

nHan Moze only nodded on the second to last outfit. He critiqued it by saying it wasn’t too bad.

nLiu Rushuang tightly clenched both her hands. There’s no one pickier than this tyrant.

nShe finally understood why this tyrant was able to do well in everything.

nIt was because he was incredibly picky!

nWeren’t people like him tired of living?

nHan Moze waved his hand to command Liu Rushuang to try on the last outfit.

nLiu Rushuang discreetly grunted and immediately changed into the final outfit.

nHan Moze’s eyes lit up. “Tomorrow, you’ll wear this one!” He said with a smile on his face.

n“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? You put the best looking one last!” Cried Liu Rushuang angrily through gritted teeth.

nShe also thought the collar and fitting of this wedding dress looked great. It was very slim-fitting, noble, and exquisite.

nHan Moze smiled wickedly and refused to comment.

nHe turned on his heels and walked towards the door.

n“So be it!” He cried. “Tomorrow morning, I will come pick you up on-time.”

nAfter Han Moze left, a palace maid walked up to Liu Rushuang and said with a smile, “Your majesty, the Emperor personally designed this wedding dress for you.”

nLiu Rushuang’s eyes instantly shot wide open. That tyrant even knows how to design wedding dresses?

nShe looked at the wedding dress she was wearing with the slim-fit and collar.

nIt’d be weird to be emotionally touched!

nThat tyrant must have been afraid of being embarrassed if she looked ugly in it.

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nThe palace maids tidied up the outfits and retreated.

nLiu Rushuang laid sprawled upon the lounge chair and fell asleep.

nShe was tired as hell and it was all that tyrnat’s fault!

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nWhen she woke up, it was the day of the big wedding.

nThe Capital looked incredibly beautiful.

nRed silk hung, red rugs were layed out and traditional paper cuttings that read “Happiness” were stuck everywhere inside and outside of the imperial palace.

nThe Capital was so festive!

n…so lively and bustling!

nThe grand wedding was about to start!

nO(∩_∩)O~~

nPeople from far and near who wanted to see the Emperor and Empress rushed over.

nThe Capital was packed with people.

n“Miss, it’s time to freshen up and get dressed now,” said Qing’Er from outside the palace.

n“Qing’Er, come in,” Liu Rushuang said helplessly, as she put down her brush.

nQing’Er led several palace maids in with several red trays of luxurious accessories and clothes.

nLiu Rushuang glanced at them, then let the palace maids do as they please.

nLiu Rushuang wore a red corset and a red robe with yellow lining. The belt around her slender waist was yellow with red lining. The long train trailed two to three feet behind her and the collar stood tall behind her head. Exquisite floral patterns were embroidered all over her clothes, which made her look extraordinarily majestic with one glance.

nLiu Rushuang withdrew her arms. The wide red sleeves curved graciously and she looked too beautiful for words.

nThroughout the whole process, she cried on the inside.

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nShe didn’t want to marry that tyrant!

nIt was heartbreaking!

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