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In the courtyard of Prince Rui's Mansion, the crimson lanterns hanging high in front of Fei Xia Pavilion swayed violently in the gale and downpour. The two large red "囍" characters on the door were blown off into the muddy ground and soon vanished in a torrent of rain.,Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.,Li Qianzi sneered, it was Li Qianzi, but she was no longer the dead and ugly waste that she once was.。