Nanou's national power declined, and I was forced to marry Zhu Jingxi, the prince of Jin who killed my sweetheart.
On the night of the wedding night, I sat on the cold gold-painted dragon bed and waited until the tears of the red candles dried up.
Someone finally pushed the door open, and then the snow-white bead curtain in front of his forehead was lifted.
I looked up and saw a face that was not human, so beautiful that it was almost demonic.
It's him, rumored to be the sinister prince who was born of a demon fox;
The ruthless and poisonous husband who killed two princesses for no apparent reason;
The cruel culprit who dug out Xuan Lin's eyes and skin with his own hands!
In an instant, boundless hatred and fear surged in my chest.
I suppressed my thoughts, clenched my hands so hard that my nails dug into my flesh, and just looked up at him.
The man's eyes were raised upward, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curved. Although he was smiling, there was a chilling feeling about him.
"Princess, are you afraid of the cold? Why are you shaking so hard?" He chuckled, waved his right hand, and suddenly closed the open window with a wave of air.
He bent down, looked me up and down, and suddenly stretched out his hand to reach for the bone flute tied to my waist:
"Oh, is this the secret of Nan'ou Kingdom, the bone flute made from the sternum of a goshawk? It is said that the flute has a high and shrill sound, and it can control the wind and call birds, and control the birds, just like the phoenix singing and the crane chirping. Princess, would you like to play a piece for me?"
Unexpectedly, Zhu Jingxi actually knew something about Nan Ou's musical instruments. I raised my head and answered coldly in Nan Ou dialect:
"The bone flute is only used during wars or sacrifices. The prince asked me to play it at this moment. Do you regard this wedding as a war or a memorial ceremony?"
He lifted my chin and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was studying my appearance carefully.
"Don't the princess know the Chinese language?" His eyes were deep and his words were questioning.
"…………"
I pretended not to understand and just stared back at him stubbornly.
He suddenly laughed, his eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight like jade glass soaked in rosy glow.
"It doesn't matter, I have time to teach the princess well."
He leaned over and whispered softly in my ear: "How can a husband and wife communicate only through words?"
Intention: Only love can break through the fog.