The Cinnabar Curse: The Cold-Faced Heir Dotes on His Poison-Doctor Consort

The rain came down in sheets.

Jiang Rong opened her eyes in a jolting carriage, her nails digging deep into her palm. The smell of blood mingled with the earthy scent of rain and filled her nostrils. A familiar voice came from beyond the carriage curtain: "Don't be afraid, Rong'er. Once we pass Qingshi Pass, we'll be safe..."

She looked down at the golden peonies embroidered on her wedding dress. The redder the bridal gown, the deeper the blood in her memories. The events of yesterday flashed before her like a lantern show: Xie Lingxi's chest pierced by a poisoned arrow, and the fragments of silver armor swirling through the air as she fell from the cliff...

"Young Master Zhou." She suddenly lifted the curtain. The downpour soaked her wedding dress in an instant. As the man turned back in astonishment, her golden hairpin struck true, stabbing into the hand holding the reins...