Ye Liuli lowered her head to look at her fiery red wedding dress, then glanced at the ancient and elegant buildings around her. For the first time in her life, she had a suicidal urge, "Transmigrating... could it be transmigration Damn it, I'm a staunch materialist and a successor of socialism! So many people want to transmigrate, don't let me transmigrate!",Isn't he going to run away The disabled bastard deserves to have his skin peeled off and made into a drum.,Ye Liuli once again had the urge to commit suicide, but when she turned around and saw the disabled prince, she made up her mind. As long as she found a blade, she would definitely cut her own throat.。