After Being Transformed into Cannon Fodder, the Prince Went Crazy

As a cannon fodder concubine in a palace fighting novel who could not survive three chapters, I blocked the arrow and died according to the plot. But the prince knelt in front of the mass grave with red eyes, searching for my bones inch by inch. He didn't know that the man he was looking for was sitting in a medical clinic outside the city, slowly throwing our marriage documents into the brazier.