Lady Ruoqiang

The women of the Tian Li Country could not cut their hair off before they were married.

This was the rule of the Tian Li Kingdom.

3000 strands of black hair, to the girl from the Heavenly Li Nation, was just like a woman's chastity, something that only her future father could touch.

Zhao Shuning wasn't ruthless. She felt that her actions were a lot more merciful.

At least he didn't immediately take Wu Xuan's life.

"Luoshen, you'll die a horrible death!"

A mournful cry came from outside.

Zhao Shuning, on the other hand, walked to the bed where Luo Xiayan had been resting and laid her head straight back.

The bed was warm.

She lay there, thinking about this strange thing that had happened.

The old man they had met before should have been an expert. Who knew, he might even be related to the Imperial Advisor who predicted their future.

Zhao Shuning rolled over.