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In the courtyard of Prince Rui's Mansion, the crimson lanterns hanging high in front of Fei Xia Pavilion swayed violently in the gale and downpour. The two large red "囍" characters on the door were blown off into the muddy ground and soon vanished in a torrent of rain.,Li Qianzi's gaze lingered on the lavish wedding chamber, a torrent of unfamiliar memories surging through her mind like crashing waves.,"Hmph, you shameless jerk. You don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either."。