Chen Tian ran his fingers over his red wedding robes. Tomorrow, he would marry Chu Xue’er, the cherished daughter of the Chu family and his childhood sweetheart.
“So what if I was born with a useless physique?” he chuckled. “Xue’er once said she cared only about my heart.”
At the third watch, he lifted the red veil, only to see a dagger’s cold gleam plunge toward his dantian.
“Why?” he demanded, coughing up blood.
Chu Xue’er’s fingertip brushed his bloodstained cheek. “Because you stood in the way of the Four Great Families.”
Amid the wavering red candles, the guests turned into assassins, and the wedding feast became a slaughterhouse.
As his father pushed him off the cliff, he roared, “Survive!”
As he fell, the bloodstained marriage contract suddenly shone with golden light.
Among the white bones at the foot of the cliff, he grabbed an ancient vine and sneered, “Give me a three-foot sword, and I’ll burn the skies over the nine provinces!”
