[Ancient substitutes torture scumbags, old-fashioned prison jokes, and the heroine will not love her until death]
Shen Qingyi once thought that her whole life would be to guard the small courtyard, watch her brother Shen Qingyuan's names on the gold medal, and then sew new clothes for him.
Until——
"Shen Qingyuan committed suicide out of fear of crime."
The officer's words were like a knife tempered with ice, cutting open her internal organs. There were purple and black strangulation marks on the younger brother's neck, and there was not a single piece of good flesh on his body. It was not suicide. He was obviously tortured to death.
And the person who ordered "grind slowly" was Xiao Che, the powerful regent.
Everyone said that the regent was nostalgic. Su Wan died at the wedding three years ago, and he became the living king of hell. But why did his white moonlight turn into a cinnabar mole, and her biological brother turn into the mud in the gutter?
Shen Qingyi took off her plain clothes, put on a replica of the phoenix crown and Xiapei, and broke into Xiao Che's Lotus Heart Pond on the anniversary of Su Wan's death.
In the rain and mist, the red wedding dress dazzled his eyes. He held her wrist, his voice trembling, as if grasping a life-saving straw: "Wan'er?"
Shen Qingyi lowered her eyes, showing a meek and timid smile, but her fingertips quietly tightened the hairpin hidden in her sleeve——
Prince, do you think I look like her?
Like, just fine.
Day and night from now on, I will pretend to be gentle and gentle, imitate her posture, and accompany you to drink all the honey and poison you give me.
When you believe in the "deep love" of this substitute, I will personally pull you down from the clouds and let you see my brother's wronged soul and the knife that I, Shen Qingyi, hide in my smile.
