The burning pain of poisonous wine piercing the throat, the figures of her father, the emperor and her mother lying in a pool of blood, and... Xie Heng, her nominal husband, holding a long sword dripping with blood, looked down at her with cold eyes, as if looking at a crushed insect.
"Your Highness is awake?"
A clear, emotionless voice sounded beside him.
Xiao Yuehua's whole body stiffened, and his neck twisted inch by inch like a rusty machine.
Xie Heng was sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a bright red wedding robe that had not yet taken off, making his face look like jade and his eyebrows like a painting. But in those deep eyes, there was no trace of the groom's joy, only a bottomless cold pool. He held a white jade wine glass in his hand, and his fingertips gently rubbed the rim of the glass. The movement was elegant, but for no reason it reminded him of a poisonous snake spitting a message.
It's that glass of wine! The cup that poisoned her in her dream!
Huge fear instantly seized Xiao Yuehua's heart, almost suffocating her. She subconsciously shrank back, and the brocade quilt slipped off, revealing her white shoulders with only a scarlet bellyband, causing a shiver.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Xie Heng leaned forward slightly and handed the wine glass to her lips. His tone was so gentle that it was creepy, "Drink a glass of Hexin wine to calm down the panic."
His approach brought a cool scent of pinewood, which was incompatible with the sweet and warm fragrance around her. Xiao Yuehua stared at the wine glass that was so close at hand. The temperature of his fingertips still seemed to remain on the rim of the glass. Drink it and she will die. If you don't drink... Will he take action now?
