Nan Fuxue remembers all the details of that day.
Her father's blood was still warm when splashed on her face. She knelt in the sea of blood and a mountain of corpses, a knife hanging three feet above her head - and then the imperial edict arrived. The family extermination order and the pardon order came from the same dragon chair, and there was only half a stick of incense between them.
There were a hundred and twenty-one people in the house, and she was the only one left.
The court's compensation came quickly: an empty prince's mansion, a false title of "Princess Anping", and an imperial edict granting marriage. Marry her to the most famous sick man in the capital - Song Mingzhu.
It is said that the Song Dynasty prince was bedridden for three hundred days a year, and the imperial doctor said that he would not live to be twenty-five years old. Everyone in the capital said that this was a useless person matched with another useless person, but the emperor was relieved.
Nan Fuxue smiled when receiving the order.
She smiled sincerely, like a silly girl who didn't understand anything. Everyone said that the eldest daughter of the Nan family was scared to death. The disaster that destroyed her family had burned her brain. She could only smile foolishly all day long and could not even recognize her enemy standing in front of her.
No one noticed that when she smiled, ten names reflected in her eyes.
A total of ten people wiped out the entire Nan family. She carved their faces, names, official positions, and addresses into her mind one by one. Not written on paper, no need. She was afraid that the paper would be lost, but her brain was not.
She doesn't need the court to give her justice, she will do it herself.
As for the sick fiancé - Nan Fuxue, it doesn't matter. He's just a useless person who won't live long, it doesn't affect her. All she wants is a layer of identity, a cover, so that she can stay in the capital and find those ten people one by one.
On her wedding day, she saw him for the first time
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6. It was a bit uncomfortable to read, but I finished it in one sitting. I like the author's writing style, so why don't we write something less uncomfortable?
6. It was a bit uncomfortable to read, but I finished it in one sitting. I like the author's writing style, so why don't we write something less uncomfortable?