Short and medium stories ‖be‖ ancient words ‖ sadomasochism
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, Shen Xian married late into the Palace of Government Affairs.
The city is full of red silk and there are dozens of lanterns, just like a good marriage in a storybook.
But before the red candle was extinguished, the blood had already flowed over the threshold - Pei Yanci slaughtered all the Shen family members in one night, and even her biological mother, who was so humble as to be buried in the dust, was not able to leave the whole body.
He imprisoned her in the wedding room, cut off all the edges and corners, and watched her go from fear to silence with cold eyes.
"You can only stay here," he said. "You are not allowed to go anywhere."
Shen Xian sharpened a knife day and night.
She told herself that hate was enough. The hatred is hot enough to burn away the unwanted throbbing in the chest.
But three years later, she watched him pacify the world, watched him wear a yellow robe, watched him stand at the highest point of the Palace of Eternal Life and overlook all living beings——
She finally admitted that she fell in love with the enemy who killed her mother.
How ridiculous.
How hateful.
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, it snowed heavily again.
During the new emperor's coronation ceremony, Shen Xianwan sent the poisoned dagger into Pei Yanci's chest.
He vomited blood but smiled, and said the last words to her ear.
Shen Xianwan's knife fell to the ground with a clang.
That day, the young emperor and empress both fell in front of the Palace of Eternal Life.
Heavy snow covered the red walls and golden tiles, and also covered two bodies that were getting colder.
——Pei Yanci, I hate you to the core, but I love you to death.
——Pei Yanci, I want you to never forget it.
Concept: She hated him for three years and loved him for three years, only to find out after her death that it was the same thing.