Yuehenyin

The blood-red wedding dress is wrapped in the poisoned sincerity, and the flames of troubled times burn away the forbidden love. ** On the wedding day of King Jing Xiao Lin of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Shen Zhihua, the concubine of the Taifu Mansion, sat on the wedding sedan chair holding a silver needle. Everyone knew that she was the puppet that her eldest sister was married to when she was seriously ill, but they didn't know that under the crescent birthmark on her neck was locked the bloodline of the Saint of Beidi who burned the sky and destroyed the world. On their wedding night, he killed her maid to establish his authority, while she hid a poisonous needle in her sleeve; he ridiculed her for being a despicable substitute, and she laughed at him for being poisoned. When the assassin's blood stained the bridal chamber, she stabbed her collarbone and performed a weak act, but the old bite marks on his arm burned her eyes. It turned out that the powerful Prince of War was the young man she risked to protect in the mass grave twelve years ago. The beacon fire outside the Great Wall revealed a dual identity: she was the vessel for the missing Gu King in the Beidi Temple, and he was the God-killing Sword that the emperor personally fed and guided. When he was poisoned, he planted a bloody kiss on her shoulder. She cut her heart and took blood to save his life, but in exchange, thousands of arrows outside the military tent were aimed at her heart. "The princess's tears are colder than the snow in Mobei." He crushed Beidi's credentials for peace and put the dagger against her bulging belly. "The prince's heartbeat is warmer than the ruined temple on a rainy night in the south of the Yangtze River." She smiled and held the blade, letting the blood in her palm soak into the scar on his heart. When the memory seal suddenly collapsed, the children who relied on each other in the temple in the past finally became the blades intersecting in front of thousands of armies. How much delusion does it take to bet on this huge gamble with mountains and rivers as the bet - is it the saint's silver chain that cuts off her collarbone? Or is it the marriage edict that burned up his lifelong achievements?