The Prisoner Pet of the War King: the Princess of the Subjugated Country Sleeps with Her Every Night

On the day the city was destroyed, the palace walls collapsed and the steps were stained with blood. I, the subjugated princess, knelt beside the corpses of my father, queen and queen, watching the war king Qingcang approach with a blood-stained spear. The soles of his boots ran over the broken dragon-patterned floor tiles, and he pressed the cold tip of the spear against my throat. "Jinghong?" His voice was as low as grindstone, and his rough fingertips pinched my chin, forcing me to look up and look directly at the predatory look in his eyes, "From now on, you are my king's prisoner." The iron chain wrapped around my wrist, but it could not lock the stubbornness in my bones - he destroyed my country and killed my relatives. Even if I bite the tip of my tongue, I will never look down upon this tyrant. "If you dare to die, I will let the whole city be buried with you." He imprisoned me in the palace, forcing me to serve tea and study ink during the day, watching him take over the power of the world; but at night, he trapped me on the dragon bed, whispering dumbly in my ear: "It would be nice to give me a daughter like you." I hid it in his wine. Poison, I held the dagger while he was sleeping, but he would easily expose me every time, in exchange for a more severe "taming" - he would pinch my wrist and let me undress him with my own hands, and watch the hatred in my eyes gradually become fine lines due to humiliation. It wasn't until he blocked the fatal arrow to protect me and fell in front of me that I saw that this war king with blood-stained hands was actually holding the corners of my clothes in his coma and whispering my name. When the common enemy came to the city, he stuffed the blood-stained military talisman into my palm: "Jinghong, accompany me to conquer the vast country of Great Xia.