In the third year of the Emperor's reign in Dayin, during the Lantern Festival, the capital was decorated with lanterns. Chu Mingzhao, the legitimate daughter of Zhenbei Hou Mansion, was wearing a wedding dress of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, sitting in her boudoir, waiting for the sedan chair to arrive.
She was born with eyebrows as dark as distant mountains, and eyes as frosty as autumn water. She learned the family's "army-breaking marksmanship" from a young age. Although she is a woman, she has a sharp edge. At this moment, the red candle was shining high, and Xiniang was dressing her up. The bronze mirror reflected a bright face, but there was no trace of shyness of the newlywed bride, but a hint of coldness.
"Miss, it's time to drink Hexin wine." Stepmother Wang personally held the golden cup with a loving smile.
Chu Mingzhao took the wine cup and lightly touched the rim of the cup with his fingertips. She had grown up in the border area and was used to conspiracy and conspiracy. The smell of this wine mixed with a hint of fishy sweetness could not be hidden from her nose.
"Mom, you've worked hard." She raised her eyes, her eyes as sharp as knives, "I just don't know if this wine is 'Red Beauty' or 'Broken Heart Powder'?"
Wang's expression suddenly changed.
Chu Mingzhao suddenly felt a pain in his chest. He lowered his head and saw that a dagger had been inserted into his heart. The person holding the knife was her personal maid Cui'er, who looked ferocious at this moment: "Miss, don't blame me, the madam promised me a hundred acres of fertile land..."
She stumbled back, knocking over the candlestick. Tongues of fire instantly jumped up the curtains and engulfed the embroidered building. In a daze, she saw Mrs. Wang standing outside the firelight and sneering: "I'll teach you how to reunite mother and son in the underworld!"
It turns out that this was the reason why my mother died suddenly.
