I relied on the ancestral bronze mirror's prophecies to avoid misfortunes and successfully married the sick and frail uncle.
On our wedding night, he coughed up blood and wiped off my lipstick, whispering in my ear: "I got you."
The picture in the mirror suddenly changed - I had a gold chain locked around my ankle, and his eyes were filled with the madness of control.
I was shocked to realize that this "golden finger" that predicts the future,
It was actually the "death script" he wrote exclusively for me.
The prince is pressing closer and closer, the family is in danger, and my seemingly harmless husband,
While he was too sick to take care of himself, he leaned into my arms and asked for a kiss.
While he chuckled and crushed the prince's lifeline: "Madam, have you had enough fun?"
Later, I tore up his script and handed the chain back:
"Your Majesty, I will decide the new rules of the game."
He lowered his head and kissed the scar on my palm, his eyes turning red:
"Okay, I'll give you my life."
