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Actually, she couldn't say that she had completely failed!

For example, on the second day, Hua Xiangrong had completely established the spirit of the Xiao Qiang and the spirit of Marxism.

Although it did not seem like a good idea, she, Hua Xiangrong, had decided to completely separate herself from the traitorous Hua Xiangrong who spoke words and looked forward to her future. Her only goal right now was to obtain Xiao Yuehan's identity token and rush out of the palace, to find the fated person who sent her back to Twenty-first Century.

But looking at her identity card, if she wanted it, she didn't have a reason or the qualifications to act coquettishly with Xiao Yuehan right now, nor would she have the qualifications to steal it from him. The only thing she could do now was to realize the Marxist spirit, that great spiritual goal, and practice!

She needed to put everything into practice, and she also needed time to improve and develop it.

The final goal of the development was to take the prince who didn't take her seriously as a threat under her beautiful skirt. It didn't matter if it was due to her strong mental state, or her desire to leave the palace, or because she was inspired by Xiao Yuehan's "lack of time".

In short, Hua Xiangrong's current goal was very clear. She could no longer brace herself, because that extremely strange prince had always treated her like an unremarkable little animal. She just tossed her to the side, not caring in the slightest. She was thoroughly infuriated …

Alright, since that's the case, after enjoying such a peaceful and luxurious life for more than ten days, Hua Xiangrong started to want to fight!

The only way for a man to be completely subservient to her, to the point of even willingly throwing away her pride and handing her the identity token she needed, was to … Firstly, he knocked Xiao Yuehan out and directly took it from him. Secondly, Xiao Yuehan, this fake Liu'e, who actually dared to look down on her charming invitation, was emotionally moved.

Although Hua Xiangrong clearly knew that Xiao Yuehan only saw her as a chess piece for benefits, as a chess piece for her future hegemony and the title of emperor, it did not mean that she had no choice in the chess piece, nor did it mean that she could not control Xiao Yuehan.

Try to think about it …

If there came a day when Xiao Yuehan, who was in the front yard of the Duke Palace and used a cold voice that cut to the bone but laughed like a demon at her, loved her to the point of wanting to die, and couldn't leave her alone …

Could it be that she had completely vented her anger and was able to smoothly obtain her identity token to leave this place?

How could she let such a thing that could kill two birds with one stone go?

She did not believe that, even though she was not as talented as the original Hua Xiangrong, she was still a famous dancer from the XX Art Company of Twenty-first Century. As a student of classical dancing, her charm had not dropped to zero.

She was very confident that this goal would go smoothly … Until the day she left with a smile.