On the wedding night.
The wedding room was silent.
A young man and woman were sleeping on the same bed and covered with the same quilt, but they had different thoughts.
Fu Shang looked up and saw the love knot hanging on the bed.
Her eyes, however, were dazed for a moment.
Same heart knot ...
They tied their hair together and became husband and wife, loving each other without doubt.
The corners of her lips curled up into a mocking smile.
Husband and wife?
Ha.
A cold laugh.
This Prince Yuan Xian was not as gentle and harmless as he appeared to be.
It was said that Prince Yuan Xian was poisoned and didn't have long to live. When he was drinking the nuptial cup, Fu Shang took the opportunity to check his pulse.
Yan Xun's pulse was in disorder, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, but it was not as poisonous as the rumors said. Such an unclear pulse was more like an illusion deliberately created to hide something.
Fu Shang made a bold guess.