The Peerless Concubine: Tyrant, Come in the Bowl

"Do you really want to marry her?" Shen Muyan was dressed in white and sitting on the Mingyue Tower. There was a soft moonlight above her head, but her delicate face was filled with disappointment. "The betrothal gift has been given, and the auspicious day has been chosen." A cold male voice sounded, ruthlessly tearing her heart apart! Oh, the person she loved most married someone else after all. "Okay, Aqi, I wish you a long life together." She stood up stiffly and suppressed the tears in her eyes, "But, how can you not believe me?" His eyes lightly swept over her face, and there was no expression on her handsome face. "What does it matter whether you believe it or not? What else can you and I do?" Half a month later, on one side were the jubilant dragons and phoenixes, and on the other side was the bone-chilling wind and snow in northern Xinjiang—— The gongs and drums are noisy, the war horses neigh, the red candles light up the newlyweds, the white horses and white robes beat the war drums. "Nangong Qi, why don't you believe me..." This was the moment when the enemy's sharp blade pierced her chest. The only thought that flashed in her mind was that the bitter tears were hidden on the blood-stained battle suit! If there is an afterlife—— I will never fall in love with anyone again.