"The demon stars are fighting, and the government and the public are in danger! Kill me, Dayong! Kill me, Dayong!"
Xiao Jiyun, the founding princess of Dayong, has been cursed since she was born. The capital was plagued by a plague of scorpions and new graves were everywhere. She was stained with the blood of thousands of people and hid in the cold palace, living without seeing the light of day.
After the war broke out and traitors stole power, she was the only one in the Xiao family who managed to survive. From then on, he concealed his real name and buried himself in the world. He just wanted to escape to the desert north and live out his remaining life as an ordinary commoner.
The yellow sand blocks out the sun.
Xie Wanyun dragged a man back from the pile of dead people.
Forcing him to get married, doing laundry, cooking, and blacksmithing for her...
Although life is poor, it is still stable.
Unexpectedly, the prophecy that destroyed her family seven years ago came back again, and someone wanted to use her hands to repeat the catastrophe that plagued the country that year.
Is this imperial throne really so tempting? He does not hesitate to kill the living beings, ignores the suffering of all people, and applauds the country and the country.
But the husband she had forcibly married, who she thought was a chess piece, stepped into the deepest part of the whirlpool step by step without realizing it.
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Pei Ji changed his former virtuous appearance and led his secret guards to surround her disobedient blacksmith's wife in an abandoned mountain inn.
"Where are you going to escape?" He helped her bathe and wiped away the scattered mud spots on her face.
Xie Wanyun smiled sadly and glanced at the cold shackles on his wrists: "Husband, please let go of me, let's go and put it down..."
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This was not the first time that General Pei was deceived by her. The blade was pressed against his neck, blood oozing out. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not give in at all, "Madam, it hurts."
"Let me go."
"Don't..."
"You and I will make peace."
"Don't..."
"You are dismissed."
"Good Ayun, good Ayun, hug me, I miss you so much."
Purpose: to stop the war