But she, the most noble eldest princess of Dayuan, was chained hand and foot by the new king and imprisoned in his palace.
Every night, the new king would come over and rub hands with her, wishing that she could melt him into her bones and blood.
But at dawn, he seemed to have changed into a different person, cruelly torturing her and humiliating her.
On the day when the new king ascended the throne, Li Huang was served by the palace servants, put on his wedding clothes, and climbed the jade steps step by step.
Under the jade steps were her former courtiers and their families, now the remnants of the former dynasty. Their hands and feet were chained, and they were kneeling on the ground. Behind each of them stood an executioner, waiting for the final order.
On the jade steps, the new king hugged her, pointed at them and asked her cruelly: "It's a great day today, whose head does the princess want as a gift?"
Li Huang looked at the frightened faces, and a biting chill ran down her spine and onto the top of her head. She was trembling all over, and tried to open her mouth, but found that something was stuck in her throat.
She is scared and desperate.
Seeing that she didn't say anything, Xinjun said affectionately: "It's my fault. The princess is so rich and noble, how can I let you make a choice?"
Before he could react, he gave an order: "Everyone, leave no one behind."
"No!"
Li Huang finally shouted, tears welling up in his eyes, and he begged him painfully: "They did nothing wrong! I am the one who bullied you and humiliated you, and it has nothing to do with them! Let them go, please..."
His head hit the ground again and again. Li Huang felt no headache at all. He only felt as if his heart had been torn into pieces and was dripping with blood.
However, Xinjun seemed to have suddenly gone crazy, pinching her chin hard and forcing her to raise her head to look at him.
There seemed to be some suppressed emotion in his bottomless eyes. He gritted his teeth and asked word by word: "Li Huang, you actually bowed your head to me for these people?"
"Who allowed you to ruin yourself like this!"
The blood on his forehead blurred his vision. He was so close, but Li Huang could only see a blurry shadow, only those eyes full of anger.
Li Huang couldn't remember who he was, but when she saw his eyes, her heart felt like it was torn apart.
Finally, she wiped away her tears and stopped begging.
She stood up and wiped away the tears from her eyes, and gave Xin Jun a desperate smile.
"Your Majesty, Dayuan is dead. You have got everything you want, so how about letting them go?"
"If blood must be used to calm the hatred in your heart, then I, Princess Dayuan, deserve death."
He was so angry that the ends of his eyes were faintly red. He pinched her chin fiercely and gritted his teeth and said, "Li Huang, say it again!"
But the next moment, there was a muffled groan, and Xinjun's eyes widened in disbelief, and his gaze slowly moved down——
Bright red blood flowed from his chest along the dagger, and Li Huang's face became increasingly pale.
She saw Xinjun's panicked eyes and his crazy shouting in her ears.
In my peripheral vision, I seemed to see tears falling from him. Are they crying for her?
But who is he and why... is she so sad?
…
"don't want!"
With a scream, Li Huang woke up from his dream.
Looking at the familiar dormitory in front of me, my violently beating heart slowly turned calm.
She quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the dressing table. The girl in the bronze mirror had a delicate face, and her moist almond eyes were vaguely filled with tears.
This is how she looked when she was sixteen, which is not the same as the coquettish look on her face and eyes in the dream.
Li Huang sat in front of the dressing table, his nails dug into his flesh.
Everything in the dream was too real, and the feeling of heartache and despair was not like a dream, but as if it had really happened.
She raised her hand, her face already wet with tears.
"Here comes someone."
She summoned the palace servants to serve her and wash her.
The maid in charge, Ling Yuan, pushed open the door and came in. Seeing Li Huang walking on the ground barefoot, she hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Princess fell into the water with the second princess yesterday and caught the wind and cold. How could she go to the ground with her bare feet? If she gets sick again, it will be a mistake."
On the wedding day, you won’t be able to take care of your son when the time comes, so don’t regret it.”
Seeing Ling Yuan, Li Huang's eyes gradually became moist.
It's a dream! It's not real!
Da Chu is not dead yet! She has not been given to the new king as a plaything by Gu Chenzhou!
Thinking of Gu Chenzhou, Li Huang's face suddenly turned cold. If she had mentioned Pingyang Hou Shizi Gu Chenzhou in the past, she would have been shy and wished she could marry him right away. But when she woke up from the dream, there was only coldness in Li Huang's eyes.
meaning.
She remembered that in the dream, after the fall of Chu, Gu Mingyuan lay at the feet of the new king like a dog, and said word by word: "The princess of the country is as cheap as an ant, how can she be worthy of being a wife?"
As cheap as an ant...
Ha! She never realized that the fiancé she had personally begged for was such a hypocrite! She never thought that the entire Pingyang Hou family would turn to the new king. In order to show their sincerity, they personally tied her up and presented her to the new king!
On the day she was carried to Xinjun's bed, Gu Chenzhou got married to her good sister Li Chuchu, whom she had loved since childhood!
And she was trapped between the beds by Xinjun. Xinjun held her chin and taunted: "Princess, does it feel good to be destroyed by the man you admire?"
What followed was endless humiliation for the new king.
It was also from this moment on that she completely became the plaything between Xinjun's bed.
At this moment, when Ling Yuan mentioned Gu Mingyuan, Li Huang felt his stomach turn upside down, and he felt nauseated and sour.
It's a pity that she clearly remembers everyone and everything in the dream, but she can't remember the man who ruined her country and family and brought her endless humiliation. She can't remember his appearance, let alone him.
name.
Who is he and where is he? Is everything in the dream a debt from her previous life or a precognitive warning?
In a few breaths of time, Li Huang figured out that no matter whether the dream was true or false, she could not let reality follow the path in the dream.
The most important thing right now is to find the new king and then kill him.
Li Huang made up her mind, but her mind was blank. Where should she go to find him? She didn't even know his name.
When Li Huang thought about lingering under the bed, she vaguely saw a brand on the man's chest. It was a very strange shape, like a special identity mark.
She immediately stood up, drew the pattern, and handed it to Ling Yuan: "You can secretly find out where this mark comes from."
Ling Yuan acted prudently, and when he saw Li Huang's solemn expression, he understood the seriousness of the matter.
She immediately rolled up the pattern and put it in her arms, "Don't worry, princess, I will check it out right now."
After that, she bowed and respectfully left.
Li Huang was the only one left in the hall, and the icy coldness of the ground penetrated into the soles of her feet. Only then could she feel a little chill.
She sat back on the couch, rubbed her brows, and was about to take a nap when she suddenly remembered something - today was the day when Gu Chenzhou returned from going south to quell the chaos. According to her agreement with her father, the decision would be made after Gu Chenzhou returned from his meritorious service.
Their wedding is in a month.
No! She must not marry Gu Chenzhou!
Li Huang's alarm bell sounded loudly. He quickly got up, put on his clothes and walked out: "Come, prepare your car and enter the palace."