Inside the bridal chamber, red candles flickered.
A cold wind was blowing outside the window, and a gentle breeze was rustling.
A faint, cool light streamed through the round window, passing over the mahogany tables and chairs inside, and quietly shone on the chilling glint of the blades. The room suddenly fell silent.
Chu Changning, dressed in her wedding gown, sat on the wedding couch.
She stared at the hand holding the cold blade against her chest, her whole body tense, afraid to move.
These were extremely beautiful hands, with long, slender fingers covered in bright red blood, staining the sleeves of the wedding dress made of mermaid silk and silver beads—a jarring sight.
“Raise your head.”
His voice was like the tinkling of metal and the shattering of jade, yet it carried an imperceptible sense of oppression.
She subconsciously looked up and was met with a cold and aloof face.
Unlike the rumored gentle and refined persona, her cold and sharp eyes were like a knife pressed against her heart, and she exuded a chilling aura.
Yanbei Desert?
Is this the powerful minister Yan Beimo from the aristocratic family mentioned only briefly in the book?!
She swallowed hard and couldn't help but take a closer look.
This person was born with good looks, with deep features, a high and handsome nose, and long, thin eyebrows.
Dressed in a red wedding robe, she had a tall and slender figure, exuding an innate nobility, and her appearance was absolutely stunning.
The red mole at the corner of his eye, in particular, made him look exceptionally alluring, yet his overall demeanor was aloof and detached, the two blending seamlessly into one person, creating an image that was both ascetic and captivating.
Yan Beimo glanced at her indifferently, noticing the look of amazement in her eyes. He slowly raised the knife and lifted her chin.
“The dignified Princess Jinling committed suicide by poison on her wedding night. If she is so eager to die, then I shall give her a quick death.”
A breeze blows, and the bamboo shadows sway outside the window.
The cold blade approached, and Chu Changning snapped back to reality, turning his head to dodge it.
"I did not commit suicide by poisoning; I fainted due to feeling unwell."
The original owner did indeed commit suicide by poisoning herself in the bridal sedan chair. As soon as she transmigrated into the book, she found herself being jostled around in the bridal sedan chair.
Having just vaguely received the original owner's memories, she was dragged to the wedding ceremony, but her body was too weak, and she fainted in the wedding hall in a daze.
As soon as she woke up, her nominal husband tried to kill her with a knife.
"Oh?" Yan Beimo bowed slightly, his expression indifferent. "So the doctor was just spouting nonsense?"
His gaze was fixed on her, carrying an indescribable, intense pressure that made her back tingle and her hair stand on end.
“I was poisoned since childhood, and there may still be residue in my body. It was probably a misdiagnosis.”
As Chu Changning spoke, he gently brushed away the cold knife pressed against her neck and gave a slight smile.
"My lord, it's getting late. Go take a bath first."
The celebratory banquet outside had quieted down, and the sounds of drums and music had faded away.
Even the sounds of sheng, xiao, and silk instruments that had enveloped the entire mansion gradually faded away.
Presumably, some time has passed since she fainted during the wedding ceremony.
Yan Beimo glanced at her smile, raised an eyebrow, and thrust the knife in his hand toward her chest with a soft thud.
As the killing intent surged, Chu Changning immediately bent over to dodge, picked up the red dates, longans, and peanuts on the couch, and threw them at him.
Yan Beimo was startled by her sudden action for a moment, but did not dodge.
He looked at the wary girl on the bed and chuckled.
Before Chu Changning could react, a red afterimage flashed by, and she was lifted up and slammed down onto the carved frame beside the bed.
With a loud bang, the bed behind them shook violently.
Just as she was about to open her mouth, the hand on her neck tightened suddenly, making her face turn pale with pain.
Damn it, that's some serious strength, my back is going to break.
Yan Beimo looked at the person in front of him indifferently, his cold hand groping along the side of her cheek, but he did not find the human skin mask.
He paused slightly, looking at the girl in front of him, a mocking murderous intent rising in his beautiful phoenix eyes.
Having dealt with mercenaries for many years in his previous life, Chu Changning naturally saw the murderous intent in his eyes.
A slight chill ran down her spine as she reached out to pry open the shackles around her neck.
But he was too strong, and he pinched her so hard she could hardly breathe, her whole face turning red.
What a tragedy! When the old emperor died, he probably never imagined that the husband he had carefully chosen to give 100,000 troops to his daughter would betray him and kill her with his own hands.
Hmm, I might have thought of that, but the capital has fallen, and I'm at my wit's end.
no.
Her body was killed by a bomb in her previous life, and she couldn't go back. She was finally born again, and she can't just be killed like this.
Chu Changning tried to kick him with difficulty, but his body was too weak to exert any strength. It was as if the kicks were hooking and teasing him around his waist and abdomen.
Yan Beimo lowered his eyes and glanced at the jade feet that were causing trouble on his body. They were small, delicate, and fair, as if they had been sprinkled with pearl powder.
He frowned slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes intensified.
Taking advantage of this opening, Chu Changning thrust his knee upwards with force.
Yan Beimo dodged with lightning speed. Her body lost its support and she fell onto the couch with a thud. She grabbed the red gauze curtain and ripped it down, lunging straight at the man.
Yan Beimo was watching the show with his eyes half-closed when she suddenly attacked him with a sharp tug. He grabbed her with his other hand and forcefully dislocated her bones.
The red gauze curtains on both sides fell heavily, instantly wrapping around the two of them.
Chu Changning originally intended to wrap him in a bed sheet, but unexpectedly ended up getting herself caught in the crossfire.
The red gauze curtains beside the bed, along with the sheets she casually tore off, tightly bound the two of them together. The pain from her dislocated bones made her forehead covered in fine beads of cold sweat.
Yan Beimo's eyes were fierce. Just as he was about to tear away the tangling curtains, he discovered that the two of them had their hair tangled together.
The cold hairpin pierced the back of his neck.
Yan Beimo sneered and looked down at her.
The two were so close that his hot breath brushed against her nostrils, and she could clearly smell the cool, refreshing fragrance emanating from him.
Chu Changning felt a chill run down her spine from his gaze, and the hairpin pressed against his neck loosened slightly.
"My lord, do not act rashly."
Hearing her words, Yan Beimo raised an eyebrow. He leaned down and his lips brushed against her cheek almost imperceptibly.
She felt a shiver run down her spine, unsure of his intentions.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, his hot chest pressing against hers, and she could feel his heat even through the thin fabric.
Chu Changning shifted her body slightly uncomfortably, glancing at him sideways with her dark, bright eyes.
But the two were tightly wrapped up, and with this movement, her lips directly covered those cold lips.
The warm, moist sensation was amplified in the darkness, and the surrounding air suddenly seemed to freeze.
He suddenly flew into a rage and shoved her away violently.
The pain of their hair being torn apart made them both gasp.
Chu Changning accidentally pulled a bone again, and the pain brought tears to his eyes.
The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.
Yan Beimo ripped off the bed sheet and gauze curtains covering the two of them and got up.
Chu Changning also endured the pain and sat up. Seeing that he was about to leave, she called out to stop him.
"Where will you go on your wedding night, my lord?"
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Warning: Both the male and female leads are ruthless, the kind who would kill each other. The male lead is a madman and inhuman; don't expect him to show mercy to anyone, and he's deeply in love without realizing it. While the female lead is ruthless, this isn't a mindless wish-fulfillment story; it's not a story about a strong female lead. If you mind these traits, please proceed with caution. There is no female-female rivalry.
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