On the day Cui Minghua got her haircut, her sister-in-law Feng Guanxiapei entered the palace.
And she was carried into the Xuanping Palace on a green sedan chair.
Everyone guessed that Xiao Ji, the medicine-pot prince who could not survive the weak crown, was holding a blood-stained handkerchief and coughing to pieces.
The ladies who grew up in wealthy families sneered:
"The Cui family actually used their concubine to offend the Tian family. It's really a shame."
Little did he know that the bride in the sedan chair was holding a hidden knife tightly, holding a poisonous pill in her lips that would seal her throat with blood.
When the red candle exploded, she finally saw her husband clearly.
The proud son of heaven, who grew up among the golden horses in Yutang, is now so thin that he can't even hold a glass of wine.
The green jade-like fingers held the cup, the diseased bones were torn apart like a glazed human figurine, and the ends of his eyes were flushed like rouge, which made him look particularly beautiful.
He suddenly bit the lipstick on her lip, and blood dropped on her neck like white jade: "Is the princess planning to commit suicide?"
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Three months after their wedding, she still respectfully calls him "His Royal Highness."
Until the eldest sister pinched her neck and sneered: "Do you think Xiao Ji can protect your mother by surviving a weak crown?"
"His coffin has been parked under the sycamore tree in the backyard for a long time. Now he is just waiting to die. How can I save you? Huh?"
That night, Cui Minghua clutched the handkerchief where her mother had coughed up black blood and knocked open his bedroom, which was filled with the fragrance of medicine.
Under the candlelight, the man who should have been suffering from illness and bones was wiping fresh blood from the tip of his sword.
She knelt on his knees and begged him to protect her for the rest of her life.
Xiao Ji pinched her chin, his cold expression filled with depth:
"Yes, but I want you to help Cui's daughter to the back seat with your own hands." He put the bloody sword hilt into her palm:
"But it's not Concubine Cui——"
"It's you, Cui Minghua"
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Cui Minghua still doesn't understand:
Why would Xiao Ji trade the tiger talisman for her mother's withered bones?
Why are you willing to drink the poisonous wine that she poured with your own hands?
Until the night when the rebels besieged the city, he wore a blood-stained crane cloak and crushed the Phoenix Tower, but he gently put the jade seal into her palm.
"Everyone in the world knows that I want this country." He kissed the blood on her eyelashes. "But when you fished me out of the glacier ten years ago, all I wanted was Cui Minghua."
Reading Guide
The couple fell in love and killed each other. She thought their first meeting was his deliberate plan.
The heroine is beautiful, strong and miserable, from chess piece to chess player, she tears apart the family
The male protagonist is white and black, and the sickly beauty has a paranoid wolfdog underneath her skin.
##She didn't know that a handful of charcoal fire in the snow had already burned through the cold nights of his life##
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Intention: I will walk on the snow to the top of the mountain
