The Fake Heiress Is Getting Married, and the Mad Young Lord Has Lost His Mind

The day Xiao Fengning was forced onto the green bricks of the ancestral hall, she finally learned that she had spent sixteen years as a fake phoenix. When the real heiress, Xiao Yuehua, entered the house dressed in finery, Xiao Chengjin personally stripped off Fengning’s embroidered robe and locked an iron chain around her ankle. “Since you took her good fortune, you can pay it back with this body, little by little.” He wore down her spirit and her pride, binding her and keeping her caged. Then an assassin’s blade was pressed to her throat. Xiao Chengjin said coldly, “She’s just a fake. Let her die.” Xiao Fengning smiled and leapt off the cliff, letting the wind and snow drown out the man’s frenzied screams. Later, Xiao Chengjin knelt beneath the long flight of steps and watched the breathtaking woman in red lean against the new emperor. His eyes reddened as he smiled bitterly.