Bloodshed Princess

Smoke curled up around the room, along with the fragrance of flowers. The candle flame on top of the dragon and phoenix candlestick danced silently.

The sound of footsteps came from the quiet tent, and what entered his sight was a girl dressed in a red wedding robe with dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it. The man hanging on the wall had a pale face, and he seemed to have lost all his strength, but after hearing the footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes and quietly watched her approach.

"You're here." He smiled weakly.

The man wore a spotless white robe, and his wrist seemed to be even more delicate and smooth than a woman's. His skin was tied up with two deep bloody marks. He hadn't eaten for four or five days, so he had almost used up all of his strength to even say a single word.

The woman raised her head and looked at the man hanging on the wall with an expressionless face.

"I heard that you didn't eat or drink in prison just to see me?"

She looked at the man who used to be as beautiful as a goddess and as calm as a fairy. His hair was disheveled behind him, and his face was pale and devoid of any color, he was obviously in a sorry state, but he was still graceful and calm. Even now, he had fallen to being her captive, and even though he hung on the wall like that, he was still unreachable.

"I really didn't expect it." Without waiting for an answer, she sneered. "You too will have such a day."

The man looked at her silently. His gaze slowly fell from her face to her fiery bridal dress. He couldn't help but smile slightly. With a soft voice, he said, "Are you really not going to turn back?"

She turned her head with a snort and a sneer, her fingers dancing with the candle flame.

"Lan Er."

A familiar soft voice called out in a soft voice, causing her face to turn frosty. She turned her head to look at the man on the wall who was now free for her to do whatever she wanted to him.

"You are not worthy of calling me by my name. Right now, you are only a captive of my country, and not letting you kneel to me is already giving you some face. If you do not want to die, I advise you not to say anything, lest I lose control of myself and kill you!"

She looked at him coldly, her eyes giving him no leeway. "I don't mind using your blood as a sacrifice for my wedding!"

The man hung on the wall, looking down at her, his eyes filled with tender pity.

"Why do you have to do this?" He sighed, but his heart was in pain.

"You think I'm doing this on purpose?" Her long red sleeves fluttered, and a strand of red silk flew out from within the fiery red sleeves, shooting straight at him. The red silk wrapped itself around his neck several times, and with a fierce tug, she pulled him down from the other side of the red silk cloth, tugging at his body that was hanging on the wall. The rope that bound him was extremely strong, and with this forceful tug, the man's wrist instantly became bloodied as it fell from the wall.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a glimmer flashed in her eyes. She turned her arm, and the red silk instantly changed the direction she was going in. With a muffled sound, the white figure was flung onto the soft couch in the corner.

Seeing him powerlessly prostrate on the soft bed, she couldn't help but spit out some blood because of her fall. Her cold gaze was tainted with a bit of a sneer as she walked step by step towards him, "I knew it, how could you be captured. I've never seen anyone in this world who was able to harm you.

He closed his eyes and did not answer, as if he was adjusting his breathing. After a long time, he slowly raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corner of his mouth and lightly said, "Myself."

The answer he expected was that in this world, no one had the ability to lock his true qi.

However, Ye Wulan only wanted to laugh in that moment as she retracted the red silk cloth in her hand. In the blink of an eye, a long sword slipped out of her sleeve and towards his chest. "In your dreams!"

The point of the sword was pointed directly at his chest, through the cloth that had been stained with blood, and straight into the flesh of his chest.

"I used this warm blood to protect you from the bitter wind and rain. I only said that one sentence to you, and only now do I know that it is all bullshit! Don't think that I will let you go. I want to see your blood dry in front of me without a single drop remaining. I want your withered body to lie on top of the great hall and watch me marry someone else! How about it? My wedding dress is dyed red with your blood, right? I'm afraid you don't have the life to see me any more beautiful! "

The person in front of her seemed to feel no pain at all. She slowly raised her eyes, and her gaze was still filled with compassion as she said: "If my death can make you feel better, then it would be better to kill me than to let me suffer so much."

"Kill you?" She sneered as she pulled out the sword buried deep in his chest. Blood immediately began to flow from her body as she looked at the blood-red color spreading across his chest. "It won't be that easy."

The sword that had been stained with his blood was thrown to the ground by her. She turned around and walked away step by step. Only a clear and decisive sound could be heard as it streaked across the sky like a stone that had stirred up a thousand ripples.

"I have never been a good person. I only have eight words in my dictionary. "You owe me, I want you to pay me back with rivers and mountains …"