During the triumphal ceremony, the princess selected a slave from the captive pile.
Broad shoulders and narrow waist, like a wolf chained.
The princess glanced at the prince in the prison car and then looked at him: "That is an embroidered pillow. I want this."
In the princess's house, she thought she was taming him.
If you take a step closer, his hair will explode; if you get closer again, he will bar his teeth. She liked this kind of resistance.
But he was also taming her - with silence, with his eyes, with the look that he occasionally raised his head to look at her.
It was unclear from the beginning who was whose prisoner.
Then he disappeared.
Three months later, the border battle was defeated, and the Hu cavalry broke through the border.
On the day when the marriage edict was delivered to the princess, she stood facing the empty princess mansion for a long time.
Ten miles of red makeup, gongs and drums to send off the wedding.
She lifted the curtain and saw Khan sitting high on the wolfskin chair——
It was the slave who disappeared.
"Aren't you my little slave?"
He grabbed her wrist with such force that he seemed to crush her:
"I am your man and your enemy."
From then on, she was his wife and his hostage.
He was her husband and her jailer.
Every hug is a betrayal of one's own blood.
This is a two-way prison, until death.
Purpose: Don't just pick up wolf cubs and take them home.