When Jiang Suiyi, the second lady of the Hou family, was six years old, she saved a beautiful slave with her natal jade.
The little slave's limbs and neck were tied up, and he was imprisoned in a dark palace. He couldn't even speak, like an abandoned dog.
"Jiao... Jiao..." The first thing Xiaonu said was to call her by her nickname.
Many years later, the wheel of fate reunited the two, and the little mute slave became His Highness Ye Xuan, the prince's younger brother.
It's just that this giant wheel crushed the two of them severely...
Jiang Suiyi learned that in the ninth year of Jingjian, Concubine Shu accidentally fell into the abyss. It was said that the Great Wilderness Snake Demon was imprisoned inside. Concubine Shu was discovered seven days later. In ten months, Concubine Shu gave birth to twins. The eldest son was the heir of Emperor Jian. The second son was an egg. When the shell broke out, a beautiful baby with snake scales came out.
The doctor Wen Po fainted from fright, and Concubine Shu secretly ordered someone to send away the "snake" and let him live and die. It was Jiang Suiyi who saved the filthy snake in the eyes of the world and gave him the opportunity to kill her family.
Why would a person who was not tolerated by heaven die and a good man save her? This is what Jiang Suiyi regrets most in her life.
Jiang Suiyi took advantage of Ye Xuan's emotional moment to poison someone, and watched helplessly as the little Highness, whose limbs were numb and numb, was dragged away by the shadow guards. He could not speak, and he used all his strength to pull on a corner of her clothes. His eyes, which were born without tears, were filled with blood mist, and he was desperate and sad.
Jiang Suiyi coldly pulled back the corner of his clothes and even pushed away his fingers.
In the end, Ye Xuan's heart was cut out and given to the prince to save his brother's life, while his remains were thrown into the Snake Abyss.
Slowly, Jiang Suiyi's nightmare faded away, thinking that he would never interact with that "snake" again. On the day she married into the East Palace, Ye Xuan came back from the fire and washed the royal wedding banquet with blood.
In front of hundreds of officials and noble families, he killed the king, killed his brother and took away his wife. Blood flowed in the east palace, and limbs were everywhere. The fire of karma burned for three whole days.
Ye Xuan even dug out the prince's heart in front of Jiang Suiyi and crushed it with his own hands. Warm blood splashed on Jiang Suiyi's face.
Ye Xuan usurped the throne and became emperor, and those who rebelled against him perished. The heads of the royal family and nobles were hung on the dragon pillars in the throne hall.
The subjects were as silent as cicadas, everyone in Jingguo was in danger, and people called him the emperor.
On the throne, under the copper lamp wrapped around branches, the bead on the emperor's crown swayed slightly, and dark and unclear shadows flashed across the new emperor's stern face.
He carelessly played with a thin silver chain in his hand, with small bells embellished with red threads.
Jiang Suiyi's pupils shrank and his body and soul trembled.
After Ye Xuan returned, she had a strange dream.
In the dream, her waist was tied up with silver chains, and her wrists were tied with red threads. Accompanied by the charming sound of silver bells, her body and bed curtains rose and fell rhythmically, and she suppressed her trembling...
Above, Ye Xuan's dank eyes were glued to every inch of her. He pushed aside her wet hair, licked her ear beads with his tongue, and swiped at the flower beads with his fingertips. He asked ambiguously, "Is it fun?"
He saw her panic in his eyes and was quite satisfied. The new emperor smiled, shook the silver chain in his hand, and pointed his finger at the girl kneeling in the corner, his voice gentle but full of hatred.
"Jiaojiao, come here..."
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Mortal girl × frustrated and crazy criticizing dragon
*The title of the book is inspired by "Shen Jian's Dream" by Shi Xinyue of the Song Dynasty: Three thousand worlds in a mote of dust, eighty thousand springs in half an instant.
Intention: To be determined
