first concubine

Chapter 1 Defeated. 1
Yan country.

Wenhe first year, spring.

A thunderbolt exploded, and the world seemed to shake.

The palace maid Bai Chan was startled awake, vaguely among the earth-shattering thunder, she heard a mournful cry breaking through the sky.

This ruined and cold Qianqiu Palace is a taboo palace for everyone in the palace. Except for her and the Eleven Princesses from the previous dynasty, few people come here.

Princess?

Bai Chan seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and rolled over from the bed in fright.

The scream just now must have belonged to Princess Eleven.

She grabbed a lantern and looked for the eleventh princess according to the crooked and dilapidated corridors.

"Princess--"

In the quiet Qianqiu Palace, on a night of spring rain, the cold wind is piercing, and there is a faint smell of blood.

Bai Chan walked to a corner, and suddenly saw a burst of light in the gazebo in the courtyard.

She looked up, and saw the worn-out white gauze curtain fluttering in the wind, and vaguely saw three figures.

Just by looking at it, she knew who it was.

The noble and ruthless Emperor Zhanyu, Qiu Fengyi who is about to give birth to the world, and Baiyuan, the first guard beside Zhanyu.

No, not three people.

Bai Chan took a closer look, his body suddenly limp on the ground.

He tightly covered his lips, not daring to make a sound.

She saw that there was another person in the gazebo, the woman in the white shirt, who was cold in the spring night, but she was wearing thin clothes, her black hair was scattered by her side, and her hands were open.

He was actually alive, his arms were pierced by two sharp swords, and he was nailed into the big pillar of the gazebo.

The woman who was nailed there covered in blood was none other than Zhao Zishi, the eleventh princess of the former Zhao Kingdom.

Three years ago, the State of Zhao fell, the Zhan family won the victory, and established the State of Yan.

Zhao Zishi, the eleventh princess, was left behind.

The remaining soldiers of the Zhao family pinned their hope of restoring the country on Zhao Zishi, but who would have thought that Zhao Zishi fell in love with the unfavored Ninth Prince Zhanyu of Yan Kingdom.

A month ago, Zhao Zishi, who was dazzled by love, even at any cost, mobilized the army of restoring the country, helped Zhan Yu kill his father and brother, and won the world.

Originally thought that Zhan Yu would know how to repay his kindness, but who knew that Zhan Yu was in power, he wanted to massacre the restoration army, [-] soldiers, blood flowed like a river, staining the moat red.

Just yesterday, the Eleventh Princess Zhao Zishi was sent to the sacrificial altar to sacrifice to the heavens and gods.

Zhan Yu personally told the world that Princess Eleven has divine light, and drinking her blood can cure all diseases.

Foolish people all over the world fell for her one after another and cut her hundreds of knives for blood.

Zhao Zishi was infatuated, but what she got in return was despair. Hell was right behind her.

At this moment, Zhan Yu was standing in front of her, approaching her step by step, and using the sword in his hand, he forced her into the cold abyss of hell.

The wind tore the white gauze curtain and rattled, and the bright lightning illuminated Zhan Yu's face very clearly.

The outline like a snow sculpture, the tall and straight nose wings like a sculpture, the thin and cool lips, and the smooth and cold chin, all reveal the cruelty and ruthlessness of this person.

He stood in front of her in black, chilling.

"Eleven, I blame you for being rebellious by nature. You have killed too much and your hands are covered with blood." He curled up his bright red lips and smiled cruelly.

Those slender phoenix eyes stared at her so directly.

The eyes were filled with the lunar calendar, and he continued slowly: "So, it's not that I want to kill you, but that people in this world cannot tolerate you."

He opened his hands, as if helpless.

More, it is a kind of lazy and undisciplined cruelty.

He lifted his lips again and said with great reluctance: "I am also reluctant to kill you."

(End of this chapter)