Northern Qi Dynasty, thirty-first year of the reign of Emperor Xiaozhao, a severe winter.

The north wind howled, and the snow fell like stones.

At the beginning of the first lunar month, the capital city of Lin'an was filled with joy. The prestigious General's Mansion hosted a grand wedding for the eldest daughter, Ye Wenyan, to the esteemed Sixth Prince and Duke of Su, Quan Qinglu.

Finally, on the night of her coming-of-age ceremony, Si Jie from the household had married into the Duke's Mansion as she always wished.

But nobody expected that, early in the morning, two palanquins carrying brides would be carried out from the General's Mansion. One left from the front gate, and the other from the side gate.

One month ago, the Ye General's Mansion held two funerals. The first was for Ye Zhenwei, the old general, and the second for Ye Zhigui, his eldest son.

At this time, it's not suitable for her to marry. Firstly, the engagement with the Sixth Prince's Mansion was already set years ago, and only awaits Ye Si'er and Ye Wenyan to reach fifteen years of age before the marriage can proceed. Secondly, according to Northern Qi customs, if a family experiences a major death in the family, they either hold a hundred-day mourning ceremony or wait another three years before allowing marriages.

It is obvious that the Ye family does not want to wait three years, and neither does the Sixth Prince's Mansion.

Early in the morning, two palanquins arrived at the gate of Su Wangfu, one after the other. The bride in the first palanquin was welcomed into the mansion with drums and cymbals, but the bride in the second palanquin was stopped outside the gate and not allowed to take another step forward.

There was a grandmother standing by the palanquin, her voice as cold as ice: "Miss Night, the fourth sister of the Night family, you are betrothed to our Sixth Prince. However, our Sixth Prince was given to you by your grandfather, General Night. He doesn't have feelings for you in his heart. He just doesn't have them. But since you're here now, we can't send you back. We can only ask you to wait outside first. Wait until the prince and the princess have completed the ceremony inside, then you may enter through the side gate. You will be...just a concubine."

This remark was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, extinguishing Ye Wen's heart full of expectation.

As she rushed down the wedding palanquin steps, she stumbled and bumped into the scene. It turned out to be her beloved Sixth Prince for many years, walking hand-in-hand with his bride towards the bridal chamber.

Ye Wen immediately lifted the bride's veil, revealing a face that was... it was his cousin Ye Hongzhuang.

The good wife became a concubine. How could the fourth sister of the Ye family, who had been favored by General Ye since she was young, endure this?

Ye Wen shouted loudly in the wedding hall, slashing open Ye Hongzhuang's left cheek with a dagger, but also plunged that same dagger into his own heart.

My grandfather and father both died. My heart is so wounded by this, I don't even want to live anymore, not for a single moment!

……

Five miles outside Lin'an City, a carriage stopped by the roadside. The coachman dragged down...

Her heart was pierced by a dagger, the blood coagulating on her crimson wedding dress, it had all gone wrong.

The

bride's necklace, cascading down from top to bottom, was laden with priceless rubies, nearly blinding the driver.

He really wanted to pull out the thing from his pocket, but hesitated for a long time and didn't dare to do it. In the end, he hastily threw it into the woods and drove away.

Barren wasteland, snowstorm raging through the withered forest.

When the heavy snow covered half of it, the bride opened her eyes!

The past flew by like a gale, the original owner's memories finally frozen at the moment the knife plunged into their heart.