A sharp stinging sensation ran down the palm of his hand and reached his brain. The smell of blood mixed with the heavy ambergris in the main hall poured into Shen Nianshu's nasal cavity.
She squeezed the bloody half piece of porcelain in her hand tightly, letting the sharp edges cut into her flesh.
This kind of pain is like scratching an itch compared to the way he died in his previous life when his hand and hamstrings were cut off and he was thrown into a mass grave to be fed to wild dogs.
His vision gradually focused from blur, and he saw the colorful glass lamps in the main hall of Shen Mansion.
In the center of the hall, Xiao Jingyi, who was wearing an apricot-yellow python robe, was holding a very hypocritical and affectionate face, unfolding a roll of bright yellow silk in his hand.
"Nianshu, the legitimate daughter of the Shen family, is gentle, kind and honest, and has excellent shooting skills. I am now conferring marriage to the third prince, Jing Yi..."
Listening to this nauseatingly familiar marriage proposal, Shen Nianshu couldn't help but sneer in her heart.
Damn grandma's gentleness!
