"Bang—"
The bridal sedan jolted, and I woke with a start.
The phoenix coronet and embroidered robes beneath the red veil—this was the beginning of my humiliation in my past life!
Married to the tyrannical and bloodthirsty Prince Jing, Xiao Che, I ultimately faced the extermination of my entire family and died filled with resentment.
In this life, I, Su Qinghuan, will absolutely not repeat the same mistakes!
But as I lifted the sedan curtain, Prince Jing, who should have been looking at me coldly, was now rubbing his temples, asking with a bewildered expression:
"Hiss… Where is this? Are we filming a movie? These props look pretty real!"
My heart trembled.
This… this was still that Xiao Che who killed without batting an eye?
"Bang—"
With a loud crash, the bridal sedan shook violently, and Su Qinghuan's consciousness was brutally dragged back.
Red, a blinding red.
The phoenix coronet and embroidered robes under the veil pressed down on her, heavy on her body and heavy on her heart.
This was not a dream.
She had truly returned, returned to the day she married Prince Jing, Xiao Che—the beginning of all the humiliation and bloody tears of her previous life!
An icy hatred instantly swept through her limbs.
She clutched the golden hairpin in her sleeve, a hairpin she had prepared for suicide. The sharp tip pricked her palm, but it was not even a ten-thousandth of the pain in her heart.
In her past life, the fires of Prince Jing's manor had nearly burned her eyes out. Her father and brother were beheaded at the Meridian Gate, her mother had smashed her head against the Golden Throne Hall, and of the one hundred and seventy-three members of the Su family, not a single one was spared!
And he, Xiao Che, that tyrannical and bloodthirsty man, had personally held the cup of poisoned wine, his eyes filled with a chilling coldness she had never understood.
"Su Qinghuan, on your way to the Yellow Springs, don't forget who sent you on this journey."
That icy voice, like a maggot clinging to bone, gnawed at her soul day and night.
In this life, she, Su Qinghuan, would no longer be slaughtered at will! Blood debts must be paid in blood!
The sedan jolted again and came to a steady halt.
Outside, the wedding matron's fawning voice sounded: "Your Highness, we have arrived at the Prince's Manor."
Su Qinghuan took a deep breath, her nails nearly digging into her flesh, preparing to face that cruel face etched deep in her memory.
She had even decided that if she had the chance, this hairpin would first pierce his throat!
The wedding matron's voice trembled slightly, "Please… please, Your Highness, kick open the sedan door."
The sedan curtain was abruptly lifted by a large, well-defined hand.
Light flooded in, and Su Qinghuan instinctively squinted, her palm, clutching the golden hairpin, breaking out in a cold sweat.
The sharp, hawk-like eyes filled with endless coldness that she had anticipated did not appear.
Instead, there was an incomparably handsome face filled with bewilderment.
The Prince Jing, Xiao Che, before her was dressed in a black, narrow-sleeved python robe, its cuffs embroidered with gold thread auspicious clouds, making his face appear like the mid-autumn moon, his complexion like the spring dawn flowers. Only those peach blossom eyes, which should have been sharp, were now wide open, tinged with the haze of an un-sobered-up drunk, and more so, a kind of… incredulous confusion.
He rubbed his temples, his brow furrowed tightly.
Su Qinghuan's heart clenched; the harsh words and determination to die she had prepared were all stuck in her throat.
She only heard him mutter in a low voice, his tone a little hoarse and filled with deep puzzlement, "Hiss… My head hurts so much… Where is this? Are we filming a movie? The props are pretty realistic… This sedan is making me nauseous."
"…"
Su Qinghuan's hand trembled, and the golden hairpin almost fell to the ground.
This… This was Xiao Che?
That living King of Hell who killed without batting an eye and could decide life and death with a smile?
Shouldn't he be looking at her with the eyes one uses for a dead person, then sneering out harsh words?
This man rubbing his temples, with an "Who am I, where am I?" expression, who was he?!
Xiao Che finally focused and saw the person in the sedan clearly.
A bright red wedding dress, an exquisite phoenix coronet, and though a red veil covered her, he could vaguely see a beautiful silhouette beneath it.
His eyes lit up as if he had discovered a new continent, his tone carrying the easy familiarity dificuldades by modern young people, "Wow, beautiful, who are you? Are we… playing husband and wife? Where's the director? Let me see the script!"
Su Qinghuan's mind went blank. All her hatred, vigilance, and murderous intent were scattered into disarray by an immense sense of absurdity at this moment.
She forced herself to calm down and carefully observed the Xiao Che before her.
The face was the same, the voice vaguely similar, but this demeanor, this tone… it was as if he had become a different person!
Could it be that her rebirth had triggered some unknown change? Or was this another of Xiao Che's new methods of torture?
Su Qinghuan bit her lower lip lightly, suppressing the stormy waves in her heart, trying to make her voice sound devoid of any ripple.
She lowered her gaze slightly, her voice as cold and clear as jade stones striking each other, "Your Highness, the auspicious time has arrived. It is time for the wedding ceremony."
No matter what tricks he played, she would face them! She wanted to see what medicine this Xiao Che was selling in his gourd!
Deep inside, a faint thought uncontrollably surfaced: He… he really doesn't seem to recognize me?