Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Big Shot
Chapter 3240

Raised a Prince, or an Ancestor?

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Even if you don't have common sense, you should have watched a few palace fighting dramas, right?

Su Qiao decided to give her a make-up lesson to let her know that people's hearts are dangerous, so that she would not end up in a box lunch in just two episodes next time when she encounters a situation like the end of the world.

Wiping the corners of his eyes, Su Qiao looked troubled Underground Passage: "Cousin, I know that you dislike his family's decline and that he is now in a state of desolation. Not everyone. Young Master, I dislike him for being mentally disturbed due to stimulation, but since my father had betrothed me to him before he died, then if you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog, there is no way I can leave him."

Little Xiucai finally pushed Uncle Ya away, rushed forward, and anxiously held Su Qiao's hand. "Madam, don't cry, let's go home and ignore this bad woman."

Although he didn't quite understand what Su Qiao said just now, he knew that his wife was sad because of this woman Su Weixue.

"I'm fine." Su Qiao was afraid that he would mess up, so she quickly comforted him.

Everyone was a little surprised when they saw this scene.

"So we're already married?"

"Who said that this little girl is not clear with the Daoist priest? They are already married, and it was her father who made the arrangements before he died. How could such a rumor come out that ruins people's reputations? Isn't this harmful to people?"

Everyone was not a fool, and their eyes fell on Su Weixue vaguely.

This girl looks kind, but is actually very thoughtful.

Even Li Bingyi stared at her with a scrutinizing look.

Su Weixue couldn't help but feel everyone's gaze, and his expression was very bad. "Cousin, when did you get married to him? When did uncle betroth you to him?"

Little Xiucai was still feeling sorry for his wife, and was carefully wiping the corners of her eyes with his sleeves. When he heard this, he suddenly shouted loudly, "What are you doing to my wife?"

"This is my bride-price, and we have been married a long time ago."

"Madam, don't pay attention to her. When I get the honors in the future, I will definitely buy you a better one. I envy her to death."

"Yeah."

Su Qiao nodded softly.

He immediately turned to look at Su Weixue who looked angry. "Cousin, please leave us alone."

"Cousin, I am just an ordinary little village girl, and my father is just a hunter. I am very satisfied to be married to him. I cannot compare with you, cousin."

"You have been beautiful since you were a child, and you have a sweet mouth. You can please your grandparents and grandparents, and you can be a female worker. You will definitely marry a high-class Eldest Young Master in the future."

"Although Steward Liu's family was attacked by bandits. Except for Young Master Liu's life and death, everyone else died tragically at the hands of the bandits, but that has nothing to do with you."

"Those who say that you are too determined to kill the whole Liu family are all nonsense. You must not believe it. You must find someone who is rich, capable, and has a high status."

Su Qiao also has a "sisterly love" expression, but her expression, eyes, and tone are all sincere, not as fake as Su Weixue.

Su Weixue's face became darker and darker the more he listened, and he was shaking with anger. He no longer cared about maintaining the illusion of 'sisterly love': "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Su Qiao glanced around, with an annoyed expression on his face, as if regretting his gaffe, and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, I'm talking nonsense. I just talked nonsense. I usually like to talk nonsense."

After saying that, she didn't wait for Su Weixue to reply, and stuffed the clothes in her hand back to Su Weixue: "By the way, cousin, you'd better take these clothes back and wear them yourself. You are wearing these clothes."

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