A pure black tall horse, the person on the horse is wearing black armor, the sun shines on it but there is no reflection at all, as if it is swallowed up by the evil aura of the armor. He was tall, with shoulders so broad that he could lift a mountain. His face was half covered with a silver mask, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
When those eyes looked over, hundreds of meters away and through the gap in the window, I still felt a cold air rushing from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.
It was not like the way a person looks at someone, but more like a hunter looking at his prey, indifferently, appraisingly, without a trace of warmth. His eyes just glanced at the pavilion of Tai Tu's Mansion, and the people around him had already fallen to their knees, not even daring to breathe.
My hand shook and the window slammed shut.
My back was covered in cold sweat.
This is Murong Jin, the legendary King of Zhenbei, the murderous god of war, the person I will marry tomorrow with this body.
"Your Majesty? My Majesty, what's wrong with you?" The maid ran over to help me and was shocked when she saw my face. "Don't be afraid. Although the prince is majestic, he should... Should not..."
