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The wedding chamber was a brand new house, with pristine furniture, vibrant window decorations, neatly arranged bedding, and a floor so shiny it could reflect one's image. However, it was precisely because of this cleanliness that something felt off.
Yin Luo lifted her veil and surveyed the room. It was spacious and quite empty, with over a hundred candles lit yet still dimly lit. She tore off a piece of the window decoration and, as expected, saw traces of something being covered up. Without much thought, she could guess that this was actually a reused wedding chamber. No matter how much it was cleaned, it could not hide the remnants of what had once occurred.
Looking at the structure of the Wangfu, it was clear that it belonged to someone who could afford spare rooms. The only possibility was that this wedding chamber was frequently used. Because it was often in use, there was no need to change rooms, and naturally, a wedding chamber was meant for marriage. So, this ghost-faced prince must really enjoy marrying people?
Footsteps were heard outside the door. Yin Luo quickly returned to her position and sat down properly, covering her head again. Just as she settled down, she heard the sound of the door opening, followed by steady footsteps approaching.
A pair of black leather boots adorned with dragon patterns entered her view. The leather shone with luster, intricately embroidered with gold and silver threads. Over them was a luxurious fire-red wedding robe made of cloud-patterned brocade, also finely crafted, with the outer robe reaching down to his heels, exuding an oppressive aura.
Yin Luo could feel a chill at the back of her neck emanating from him and sensed that his gaze was fixed on her, clearly appraising her.
Having already threatened him from within the coffin, she didn't need to pretend too much now; being overly obedient would only raise his suspicions.
In that moment, she couldn't determine the character of the person before her but could certainly confirm that he was an extremely dangerous individual—mysterious in demeanor and secretive in actions. Moreover, there were forces behind him; if she wasn't mistaken, he could boldly wield governmental power while being a prince who wore such an odd ghost mask. His influence should not be underestimated!
She boldly reached up to lift her veil and met his gaze directly.
The scene before her was undeniably bizarre; in this enchanting wedding chamber filled with an air of romance, there were only two people in the vast dim space—one standing and one sitting—silently staring at each other. The woman was stunningly beautiful yet alluring like a ghost; the man’s face was covered by a fierce ghost mask, ominous and terrifying. It felt as though this were a ghost marriage.
Fortunately, having seen him before and possessing exceptional composure herself, she would not be intimidated by the situation before her.
Yin Luo's gaze swept over him before she spoke, "This marriage is not of my own volition. If you force it, it would be coercion. As a royal, do you not fear the condemnation of the world for disregarding the laws of the land?"
From everything that had transpired earlier, it was clear to her that this was nothing more than an act of abduction.
Mu Changqing clearly found this to be a great joke. He curled his lips into a smirk. Today, he wore a half-mask that, while still fierce and terrifying, revealed his forehead, chin, and lips. His lips were slightly pale but well-shaped, thin and delicate. It was evident that his complexion was very fair, almost sickly white like his lips, yet this did not diminish the imposing aura he exuded.
He fixed Yin Luo with a chilling gaze and said, "You are not a commoner. Moreover, this is a marriage between two nations based on mutual consent. The union of royal families benefits both the country and its people. Which commoner would willingly sever their own means of livelihood to oppose me? They would be eager for this! Furthermore, even if you were a commoner, should I force you, I doubt anyone in this world would dare to say 'no,' let alone oppose me."
"Oh? So you consider yourself a tyrant?" Yin Luo replied with a cold laugh. "No wonder—oppression by power leaves no one daring to utter a word of dissent. But what about ten or twenty years from now? By the time you are laid to rest, I fear everyone will be eager to flay your skin and strip your bones clean, or even desecrate your corpse!"
"Sharp-tongued!"
Yin Luo felt a gust of wind rush toward her. Before she could react, she was struck by the powerful force and fell onto the couch.
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