In a conspiracy, the real daughter of the prime minister's house was poisoned and her voice was mute. She was packed up and stuffed into a sedan chair to marry the murderous king of hell.
Everyone was waiting to see the blood splattered on her wedding night.
The red hijab was lifted, and she was shaking like a quail, with tears streaming down her face.
But a crisp curse sounded in the ears of the regent: "This old man is quite handsome, but it's a pity that he is short-lived. When he dies, all the gold and silver in this house will be mine!"
The veins in the hand of the Prince Regent squeezing the scale beam stood out.
Later, the people in the capital were horrified to discover that the arrogant regent held the little mute in his heart. Anyone who dared to look at her would have his family confiscated and his family exterminated.
