On a night when the blood moon was in the sky, I died in the arms of my bodyguard.
The moment the sword blade slit his throat, the last thing the eighteen-year-old Murong Zhao saw were Xiao Jue's red eyes. He roared something, but the sound of blood rushing into his trachea was too loud. It's such a pity that I couldn't tell him that I actually - "Miss! You have another nightmare!"
Sandalwood rushes into the nose. Murong Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a brocade tent embroidered with lotus flowers. The bronze mirror reflected a pale and childish face - Shen Qingci, the only daughter of Prime Minister Dasheng, who was only sixteen years old and was born with a weak heart.
The maid held the medicine bowl and murmured: "Tomorrow the martial arts platform will hold a ceremony. The master said that you must be present. This is the holy will..."
Murong Zhao held down his rapidly beating heart. Twenty years.
It has been three months since she woke up in this sick body, and today is the blood sacrifice day specially designed by Emperor Li to celebrate the "Twenty Years of Ping Yan". It is said that a new batch of "good goods" have arrived at the martial arts platform, and among them is a slave numbered "Seventy-Nine". The technique of breaking people's neck bones is very similar to Yinglin Guard's unique capture technique.
"Change clothes." She heard herself say, "I... Am going to see that 'mad dog'."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
