Red candle.
The tent is warm.
The wedding room was filled with soothing ambergris, which was so sweet that it made you sick.
Xiao Yi opened his eyes suddenly.
Everything in front of him was a sight he would never see again for ten years after his death.
The red words "Double Happiness" were pasted on the window lattice, there was Hexin wine on the table, and the tears of the dragon and phoenix candles fell down drop by drop and condensed into a lump.
Shouldn't he be in the cold palace?
That Duke Xiao Yi who was given poisonous wine by the new emperor and took his last breath alone?
He struggled to sit up, wearing a brand new red wedding robe.
His hand suddenly touched his chest.
There are no holes for arrows to penetrate, no cold blood.
The skin is warm and the heart is beating powerfully in the chest.
This is not a dream.
This body... Is his own!
At the age of twenty, he had just inherited the title and married Su Wan, the legitimate daughter of the founding father of the Su family.
He was born again.
Back to ten years ago.
