The Seventh Bride

Ivanka Bai hadn't got clear of what happened, she was dragged out of the corner by two handy servants to the door all the way.

"Hey! What are you doing? Let me go!" Ivanka furiously resisted.

While the two servants ignored her and continued to drag her downstairs.

There were five to six people sitting in the living room downstairs. The old madam Nangong was sitting on the main seat, with a middle-aged man in monk clothing standing in front of her. The rest were elders in the Nangong Family.

Ivanka was pushed violently by the two servants and fell in front of the old madam, involuntarily making faces with pain.

The old madam glanced at Ivanka on the ground, and stared at the old monk next to her and said coldly, "Monk Wang, can you tell me clearly whether she is Vivian Bai, the daughter of the Bai Family or not."

gave a signal, and then the two servants stepped forward and clasped Ivanka's chin with their hands and

looked at Ivanka, and said to the old madam, "Madam, she

Master Wang motioned to the assistant beside him to hand up the picture of Vivian, which looked exactly

photo and said angrily, "Didn't you say that they are destined lovers? Didn't you say that she could save the life of the young lord? It was only the first night yesterday, but the young lord got

why could this be. The person was indeed right, why Charles Nangong got sick on his wedding night. The monk was also very confused!

her heart, these idiots, can't you

been claiming that the young lord must have feelings for her and he would not truly found his destined lover until falling in love with her

stuff, how do you make Young Lord have feelings for her? How does he fall in love with her?Can you show me how do you

violently onto Monk Wang's side by Mrs. Nangong, and hit Monk Wang's chest with her

the pain, everything was like a dream, and she even doubted whether everything last night was true or not, whether it was Nangong Family's tricks on her. Charles is a normal person. He did not get sick and bite her either.

last night, the wound

bad she was at this time, with messy hair and disheveled clothes, no different from a female lunatic, no wonder Mrs. Nangong would say such words.