[The moment the red hijab was opened by a sharp blade, blood stains oozed from the silk scarf on Su Ruoqing's fingertips]
As soon as the wedding sedan of the abandoned princess of the Wei Dynasty entered the city gate, Emperor Rouran's black iron cavalry trampled the red silk all over the ground.
Baili Mo's scimitar was pressed against her throat, "Su Ruoqing, you can either go to Mobei with me and become the queen, or you can watch your fiancé -" He looked sideways at Murong Yuxuan who fell from his horse, "the blood will be splashed in today's wedding hall."
When the red candle burned out, she became a princess; three years later, in the cracks of the blue bricks in the Cold Palace of the Northern Wei Dynasty, she ate rancid cold porridge and listened to the people outside the palace sneer: "Is this the woman who forced Emperor Taiwu to marry? Now she is not even as good as a palace daughter!"
But that night, Tuoba Jinghong ran into the cold palace drunk, and his dragon robe was still stained with Su Wanyou's peony fragrance.
He pinched her chin and forced her to look up, and there was a light in her eyes that was colder than the cold pool: "Su Ruoqing, you made me marry a loser with a thorn in my heart, and now you are pretending to be pitiful?"
She looked at the jade of the same style as her own on his waist - it was the one he stuffed into her palm when she was robbed three years ago while pretending to be a caravan guard.
The moonlight in the cold palace is like a knife, cutting through all disguises.
When the "savior" back then became the "catastrophe" today, and when the entanglement between the abandoned princess and the cold-blooded emperor revealed layers of conspiracies, she was shocked to realize: from the moment she traveled through time, she had already fallen into a web of love, hate, intrigue, and fate...
It's so messy,,,,