Ignoring the cold sword at her neck, Princess Xihe took a step forward and looked deeply at the once-familiar tower, her home, a few feet away.
She stood motionless in the wind like a sculpture. Separated by the distance of several feet and the blurry wind and sand in the sky, no one on the tower noticed that on her pale face, bright red blood flowed down the corner of her mouth and dripped on the equally bright red wedding dress.
It wasn't until her body almost fell that the Qi Jun general who was guarding her stepped forward in panic. When he stretched out his hand to test her, he was no longer breathing.
No one knows exactly when she secretly took the poison.
She fell to the ground, her breath was dying, and her lips seemed to be trembling, but before her words came out, they were blown away by the wind.
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