Summary
On the day Marquis Ningyuan died, I kept vigil as his adopted daughter.
That night, the emperor’s most favored Sixth Prince came to offer his condolences.
When he saw the Ningyuan Marquis Manor awash in blood, shock froze across his face.
I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth, picked up the white mourning silk from the spirit hall, and tossed it into the pool of blood.
“Haven’t you always wanted to marry me?”
“Look, the silk is red now.”
“Let’s hold a wedding.”