Red.
Eyes full of red.
The tears of the dragon and phoenix wedding candles condensed into piles, like a pool of solidified blood on the golden candlestick. The word "" posted on the wall is so red that it is dazzling. The wedding dress on her body, which took hundreds of embroiderers three months of hard work, was layered in layers and weighed more than a thousand kilograms. The patterns of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix embroidered with gold and silver threads seemed to come alive in the flickering candlelight, with the sharp beaks of the birds facing her heart.
Ji Zhaoning was sitting on the wedding bed, the phoenix crown on her head weighing heavily on her, and the fine pearl tassels hanging down, covering most of her face, revealing only a smooth jade chin and tight, bloodless lips.
She had been sitting like this for three hours.
From the moment I stepped into the Zhenbei General's Mansion, everything around me seemed like a well-rehearsed but extremely boring play. There were noisy cheers, hypocritical smiles, and the air was mixed with the strong smell of alcohol, the fragrance of powder, and a faint smell of... Rust.
It was the smell of the general's mansion, the smell of war and blood.
As the most favored eldest princess of the Yu Dynasty, she should have had the greatest glory in the world. But her brother, the current Saint Ji Yuan, used a marriage contract to "install" her into the most powerful military force in the capital - Zhenbei General's Mansion.
Everyone said that this was His Majesty's favor to the Shen family and the best way to appease the morale of the military.
Only Ji Zhaoning knew that she was not here to reassure the army.
She came to protect this country for her brother.
