On the day when the concubine Yu Mianmian got married, there were no firecrackers on the sedan chair, only paper ashes.
King An Gu Changqing, the youngest son of the late emperor, was rumored to have a sinister temperament and a face as pale as paper. Even the palace was made of paper. If you get married, you won't survive more than three days.
But she is not afraid. When she was seven years old, she pierced her first paper man - the bones were made of bamboo strips and the face was made of rice paper. After dotting the eyes, the face came to life like Gu Changqing's.
The paper figurine remembers the person who pricked it. Then the prince in the wheelchair raised his eyes, and her face reflected in his dark eyes: "When you were seven years old, you stabbed a paper man. That paper man was me."
She bore the disaster for him, and he broke his bones for her. A contract of symbiosis binds two people's lives on the same piece of rice paper. If she hurts, so will he. If she hurts, he will also be hurt. When her fingertips began to turn white, and when the blade of the imperial power pointed at the source of the paper figurine technique, she realized that this substitute marriage was not a disaster, but a destiny written when she was seven years old.
Today, the new emperor is seizing the skills. On the night when the paper fetus first moved, he cut off his own paper bones to prolong her life. And she held her father's bones, her mother's suicide note, and her grandmother's creases, and at the end of the six-mark formation, she finally understood the true curse of that paper marriage——
It wasn't that he conquered his wife, it was that she tied half of her soul to him when she stabbed him.
The paper man has no heart, unless the person who pricked him gave him his heart.
