(On a rainy night, puppet silk wraps around Ling Zhuxin's ankles)
Ling Zhuxin: "How many other girls have been tied up with His Highness's puppet thread?" The silver hairpin was pressed against the gilded mechanism that was beating in Xiao Jin's heart.
Xiao Jin: "There are countless of them, but the one with the birthday engraved on it is the only one."
Ling Zhuxin: "Was it you or a puppet who saved me on the snowy night three years ago?"
Xiao Jin lowered his head and bit off the string on her neck: "Is it important? What's trapping you now——
It's the knot you tied with your own hands. "
Crazy criticism of the Beauty Prince
——Separating line————
In the winter of the seventeenth year of Yongzhao's reign, I cut out the blood from the enemy prince's heart and poured it on the forehead of the puppet general carved by my own hands. As the candlelight flickered, the young man in black armor slowly opened his eyes, but the blade of the sword touched my throat: "My dear princess, when did you learn such evil arts?" - The puppet general I resurrected with my own hands was actually infected with the memory of my old enemy.
As the last descendant of Yanjia Master, I keep two shocking secrets: The puppet soul lamp needs to be lit with the blood of the one you love, and the war puppet that contains the soul of the enemy's prince is clearly carved in the image of his childhood sweetheart, the young general.
#He used your bones and blood to shape my face# #USE your loved ones' souls to light my residual lamp# #Now you say you want to share life and death with me? #
Intention: Obsession traps people, sincerity breaks the situation; puppets are ruthless, but truth never dies.