The seventh day of the third lunar month is a good day for marriages but not for funerals.
The eldest sister committed suicide by throwing herself into a well, and Shen Yuan was given dumb medicine by her father and stuffed into the wedding sedan to marry into the East Palace instead.
The prince Xiao Hengzhi lifted his hijab and saw that it was not the bride - she had a barbarian silver thread sewn into her throat and a wax pill hidden in her belly, sewn in by the hussar general who died tragically in the north three months ago.
That was the prince's only relative, his biological uncle.
On their wedding night, he pulled out the golden hairpin and held it against her throat. Shen Yuan dipped her own blood and wrote on his palm: I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid of my trust falling into the hands of others.
She will live to get the letter. He wants to find out the cause of his uncle's death.
There is still one month left in the countdown to the red line. A month later, he will cut open her belly with his own hands to get the letter - whether she can survive or not depends on her fate. Before that, they were the only ones of the same kind.
In this East Palace, only he can touch her.
