Someone lifted my hijab.
The cold night wind blew in. I raised my eyes and met a pair of extremely sinister eyes.
It was rumored that Xiao Jingheng, the remnant king of the God of War, was bloodthirsty and brutal, killing people without blinking an eye. He was seriously injured in a battle and his legs were disabled. Since then, his temperament has become more violent. Countless concubines have died in the palace.
When I was stuffed into the sedan chair, my aunt Shen Liu held my hand and said with tears in her eyes: "Qingzhi, when you get married, you have to serve the prince well. This is your blessing."
Blessing?
The cup of drug she gave me has not completely faded away, and my head is dizzy, but I remember it very clearly - Shen Yunni held the glass of wine and said with a smile, "Sister, let's drink to your good days." I took it and saw the white powder remaining on the rim of the cup.
I didn't drink.
Pour it into your sleeve.
But I was still put into the sedan chair because Mrs. Shen Liu was not prepared to let me in awake. She was afraid that I would resist, so she asked two women to push me into the sedan chair, and beat me all the way to the palace.
