Crying in the Night

"Crying in the Night" Xiao Xueran transformed herself into a dancing girl from southern Xinjiang as a princess of a subjugated country. On the day she wrapped her bloody skirt around Xie Wujiu's black armor, the jade hairpin had already been tempered to the red color of the crane's head. She deliberately exposed the cinnabar mole that was similar to her eldest sister's, and seeing the undercurrent rising in the third prince's eyes, she imprisoned herself in the carved wooden cage of Tingyu Pavilion. "Who should I look at with Zhuohua's seductive eyes?" Xie Wujiu crushed her blood-stained dancing shoes, but pressed her against the glass screen on a rainy night, letting her fingertips trace the old scar on his heart. The figure who cuts out the heart and takes blood in the dungeon on the seventh day of every month, and the poisonous hairpin handed out under the lights of the Lantern Festival are all the murderous plans that each of them knows very well. When Xie Wujiu's blood-stained marriage certificate and the royal family's secret order to exterminate the entire family were laid out at the Dragon Case, Xiao Xueran smiled and stabbed his heart with the silver knife. The shark beads refracted the cold light on the handle of the knife, reflecting the Phoenix blood jade he took out when he cut open the ribs - it was the personal belongings she lost when she was massacred three years ago. "It turns out we were both waiting for the other person to die first." Xie Wujiu coughed out black blood, but he built an ice crystal tomb for her in the ice cellar. The ghost doctor handed over a blood-soaked diary. On the last page, there was a picture of a phoenix in a wedding dress, its feather tail sweeping across the map of northern Xinjiang. On the day Xiao Xueran ascended the throne, the arrow rain from the rebellion in northern Xinjiang penetrated the breast mirror, and the mirror marriage certificate turned into ashes and was buried with the corpse that would never rot in the ice cellar. The flames of the sword-making pool burned away the tangled green hair, and the "Jin Xiangsi" sword and "Jin Yewei" hairpin were reborn in the blood and fire. It is said in later generations that these murderous weapons will see the blood of their beloved when they are unsheathed. In the ice crystal coffin on the top of the snow-capped mountains, the emperor and the empress slept in each other's arms, with his fingertips forever resting on the cinnabar mole on her heart. Intention: The love that blooms in the bloody conspiracy will eventually turn into the fire of karma that burns away the true heart.