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Beauty Mistake
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On the twenty-seventh day of the twelfth month, the Prime Minister's Office is adorned with festive decorations, and red decorations cover the snowy landscape for miles around. In the eastern chamber, a dressing table is draped with red gauze. Yang Qingge is dressed in a bright red wedding gown, but his face is filled with sorrow.
This day has finally come.
The man she is going to marry is Gu Su, who is usually arrogant and domineering, bullying others, and no one is willing to marry their daughter to him.
But he is the only son of the chancellor, and she is the daughter of the Chancellor.
By the order of her parents, and due to the matching social status, Yang Qingge cannot resist. But she... should have been married to someone else. You Xuanyao, the only son of the late founding Grand Marshal You Yan.
You Yan died that year, he was only a hundred days old. The mother and son, without protection, struggled to survive in Chang'an City, enduring all kinds of humiliation. On the day of her adulthood ceremony, Yang Qingge and he promised each other a lifetime. When she told her parents, she found out that she already had a marriage contract and there was no possibility of breaking it.
Unable to help it, Yang Qingge made a pact with You Xuanyao to elope. But on that fateful night a year ago, she was forced by her family and couldn't keep the appointment, and You Xuanyao disappeared without a trace overnight... Yang Qingge remembered the carefree face of the young man, and bitterness welled up in her eyes.
"Newlyweds should be all smiles, why aren't you laughing?" A light and disdainful voice suddenly sounded in her ears. Yang Qingge froze in disbelief and looked up. Outside the open window, a man in black stood with his arms crossed, a fiery long sword at his waist, a smile on his face that didn't reach his eyes.
" Yao ……"
Yang Qingge stopped breathing, her heart stabbed with pain for a moment.
Was she dreaming?
But at this moment, the scene is so real!
Yang Qingge raised his trembling hand, carefully wanting to touch.
The next second, his wrist was grabbed by someone, as if trying to crush it.
You Xuanyao The corner of his lips slightly hooked: "Madam Gu is truly open to everyone. She's about to get married and still wants to be intimate with me."
He spoke word by word, seemingly with a smile, but all with sarcasm.
It was like a sharp knife stabbing into Yang Qingge's heart. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
Outside the door came the voice of the maid Lan Nian: "Miss, the young master has arrived, we should go out." The term "young master" hit Yang Qingge like a bucket of cold water, causing her to tremble, unsure of how to explain to You Xuanyao. But the man had already let go of her hand and turned away.
It seems like he doesn't care at all whether she wants to marry someone else! The wrist still faintly ached, Yang Qingge bit her lower lip, enduring the pain in her heart, and raised her hand to put on the veil. Lan Nian supported Yang Qingge and walked to the main hall, handing her over to Gu Su.
The bright red color of kerchief obscured the view, and Yang Qingge lowered his eyes to look at the small bright light, thinking only of You Xuanyao in his mind.
Suddenly, a deliberately lowered voice came into his ears, words that only the two of them could hear: "Guess who's back?"
The sinister tone in his voice made Yang Qingge shudder to the core.
At the next moment, Gu Su gave her the answer: " You Xuanyao, that waste, is standing among the guests right now, watching you marry me."
"Do you want to see him?"
Yang Qingge paused in his steps.
She wanted to, but ultimately didn't have the courage. She was afraid that if she looked at You Xuanyao for too long, all the calmness and willingness she had disguised would collapse. Yang Qingge's hand hidden under the red sleeve clenched tightly, her voice trembling slightly: "I don't want to."
"That's really a pity." Gu Su lightly mocked, then deliberately wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her step by step towards the wedding sedan. The large hand around her waist was scorching, making Yang Qingge very uncomfortable.
Thinking of You Xuanyao at this moment, she feels like every step she takes is walking on a razor's edge. The sound of gongs and drums once again resounded through Chang'an Street. With the support of Gu Su, Yang Qingge stepped into the wedding sedan, when suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the crowd: "Yang Qingge."
Recognizing his voice, her whole body tensed immediately. Why did he call himself? What does he want to do?! Before Yang Qingge could think clearly, she only heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed, followed by the unknown piercing of flesh.
"Ah!"
With a scream from Gu Su, warm blood splattered onto Yang Qingge's red cloak!
The smell of blood instantly spread in the icy world.
Yang Qingge felt a sudden tightness in his chest and quickly lifted the cover. He saw Gu Su lying on the ground, screaming in pain, his wide eyes filled with fear. His right arm had been cleanly cut off from his shoulder!
On the long sword in You Xuanyao's hand, thick blood slowly dripped onto the white snow. His face was splattered with blood, and he raised a disdainful smirk at Yang Qingge. "A disabled concubine like you is just right."
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