The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,Even though Ye Liuli was clever, she didn't react immediately. The hand that was about to lift the red veil froze in mid-air.,If it's a vein that ruptures, it won't be troublesome, but if it's an artery, Ye Liuli thinks it's better to give the man a quick death first, then commit suicide.。