On the night of my wedding, my husband, who was said to be as murderous as a ghost and as ugly as a ghost, gave me a dagger.
The whole capital was betting that I wouldn't survive the wedding night.
In order to preserve my family, I was forced to marry Xiao Jue, the Marquis of Yongning, the "living king of hell" who could stop children from crying at night.
The red candle was swaying, and he was walking towards me step by step, wearing a black iron mask that covered half of his face, his evil aura almost solidifying.
I clenched my fists and closed my eyes in resignation.
But he just put the gleaming dagger next to my pillow, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper: "The keys to all the warehouses in the Hou Mansion are here. From now on, if I die on the battlefield, you can use this money to fly away. If I don't die... You can use it to kill me at any time if you don't like it."
I opened my eyes suddenly, completely confused.
Later, when his "political enemy" deliberately spilled the hot tea at the banquet and tried to burn me, he stepped in front of me and let the boiling water soak into the back of his clothes without even frowning.
When my mother-in-law and sister-in-law joined forces to put on my little shoes, he directly handed over the power of feeding the prince to me, and declared to the whole house with a cold face: "My wife's words are my words."
I gradually discovered that this man seemed different from the legend.
What is hidden under that cold mask?
