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!",The door, Ye Liuli slumped against it helplessly, her eyes wide open, her face as pale as death.,"Lord strategist, the king and queen have retired for the night."。