At the beginning of the troubled times, the Holy One was seriously ill. The prince Xiao Zhuo forced the palace to rebel. He was treasonous and forced to kill.
When Xiao Heng got the notice, it was her wedding day.
Her uncle put her into a carriage and asked his consort to take her out of the city to avoid the storm, but she was intercepted and killed by the rebels on the way. She huddled in the carriage, shivering as she listened to the sounds of fighting and wailing.
It wasn't until all the noise stopped and even the footsteps could no longer be heard that she whispered the consort's name through the curtain.
Someone else responded to her.
A blood-stained hand opened the car curtain, and the man with a jade-like face smiled warmly, raised the bloody head in front of her, and asked softly: "My little sister is looking for him?"
Seeing Xiao Heng crying and shaking due to fear, Xiao Zhuo pretended to sigh sadly: "You were the closest to me when I was young, but now you don't even ask me to get married. You are so ruthless. I am really sad, brother..."
When he said this, his expression suddenly turned cold, and the look of madness in his eyes became even more intense. "I wish I could kill you immediately."
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Love is more than flesh and blood, irreconcilable
2024.1.2
1. This is not a complete copy, please give a rough outline first.
2. Not related by blood
3. What is the obvious subject matter?
Intention: Face love and hate head-on
