His gaze fell upon her, as if examining a chess piece, yet it carried a hint of unfathomable meaning.
Shen Jintang gritted her teeth, and as she turned around, her clothes fluttered, bringing with them a gust of cold wind.
She dared not turn around, afraid that the hatred in her eyes would betray her.
The mountain path was rugged, and the gravel underfoot made a soft, rustling sound, as if telling a story of the vicissitudes of the past.
The crown prince's dark robes swept lightly across the withered grass, and his silhouette gradually overlapped with the blood-stained brocade robe on the city wall of Youzhou in my memory.
The fire from a year ago seemed to burn again before her eyes: her father and brothers' blood-stained battle robes, the last cries of her relatives, and the wailing of the people throughout the city... everything surged in like a tide, engulfing Shen Jintang.
Her fingernails dug deep into her palms, the pain keeping her barely conscious.
It's not the right time yet. Gu Zhixing is still on the mountain, surrounded by the Crown Prince's personal guards.
She repeatedly warned herself in her heart, but she couldn't stop her hand holding the sword from trembling slightly.
Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge, every whistling sound like a whisper in my ear.
"Shen Jintang!" A call pulled her back to reality.
The bandit stronghold on the mountaintop was deserted, with only the red silk of the wedding hall fluttering in the wind. Gu Zhixing stood alone in the courtyard, her bright red wedding dress stained black with blood, and several black-clad corpses lying haphazardly at her feet, a horrifying sight.
"Wang Jian has run away."
Gu Zhixing strode over, his blood-stained fingers gripping Shen Jintang's wrist tightly. In the moonlight, his scarlet cuffs mingled with the gold thread of her wedding dress, his knuckles white from the force.
“We’ve already sent people to chase him,” he said, his voice trembling with anger, but softening when he met her gaze. “He can’t escape.”
Before he could finish speaking, Gu Zhixing suddenly froze.
The blood-stained wedding dress fluttered in the wind even without any breeze. He stared at the figure slowly walking in the shadow of the paulownia tree, and squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Cousin Crown Prince?"
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