Forced to be a third person: I turned around and left the palace to marry a villain

"Princess, thank you for your compliment." Sun Xiurong looked at the pieces of red paper in her hand, smiled, took it, cut it a few times, and when she pulled it open, it turned into a pair of flying bird patterns.

"May the princess and your highness be like this pair of birds, flying together with wings as strong as gold," Sun Xiurong blessed.

"Changle thanks the queen for your kind words." Jiang Xue's face flushed with shyness. She smiled slightly and took the paper-cut of two flying birds from Sun Xiurong's hand.

In the blink of an eye, it was the second day of the second lunar month. The people in Prince Gong's Mansion were busy before dawn, preparing for the wedding of Jiang Xue and Xiao Zhan. The Queen Mother sent someone to pick up Jiang Xue early in the morning and asked her to set out from Luan Yi Hall and wait for Xiao Zhan to come and pick her up.

Jiang Xue got into the sedan chair in a daze. She had stayed up late reading medical books the night before and her head was still dizzy.

The sedan shook for a long time and finally stopped, but it was unusually quiet outside and Mo Yan did not come to lift the curtain.

Jiang Xue felt something was wrong, so she pulled aside the curtain and saw Xiao Yan standing in front of her, smiling but not smiling, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Changle, long time no see." He looked her up and down with malicious eyes.

"Your Highness Prince Duan, if you want to attend the wedding, please go to Prince Gong's Mansion and wait. The Empress Dowager is still waiting for me, and she will be worried if I am late." Jiang Xue looked around and confirmed that she had indeed entered the palace, but she was not sure which palace she was in.

As the Queen Mother ordered them to go into the palace to prepare, Xiaochun Fudong did not come along. Now Jiang Xue was facing Xiao Yan alone, her mind racing, trying to find a way to escape.

"Changle, don't use the Royal Grandmother to scare me. Even if the Royal Grandmother really sends people to look for it, they will never be able to find this Locking Heart Pavilion." Xiao Yan sneered, stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull Jiang Xue, but was pricked by her golden needle.

Instinctively, he retracted his hand in pain and glared at Jiang Xue angrily: "Do you know martial arts?"

For such a long time, no one knew that Jiang Xue knew martial arts?

"Okay, Changle, you are really good. You hide your strength and pretend to be weak to deceive everyone. If I tell my father, you will be guilty of deceiving the emperor." Xiao Yan threatened.

"Your Highness, what you said is too much. Since I came to Beiling, I have never said that I don't know martial arts. It is your imagination that makes you think I am what you want me to be.

How can this be considered a crime of deceiving the emperor? If Your Highness insists on putting this hat on my head, can I also accuse Your Highness of slander? "Jiang Xue was not willing to be outdone.

She is not a puppet to be manipulated by Xiao Yan.

"Hmph, you are very sharp-tongued, huh? I want to see if you can talk better than me." Xiao Yan was not convinced.

Even if she knew some kung fu, how could she compare to his martial arts skills?

Xiao Yan grabbed Jiang Xue's hand and forcibly dragged her into the Lock Heart Pavilion.

As soon as she pushed the door open, the scene before her completely stunned her.

On the wall hung a row of portraits of women, crying bitterly, lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, almost all of them covering their faces. Even though one could not see their expressions, one could feel the heart-wrenching pain from their postures.

There are also several paintings that depict women suffering great humiliation. In each picture, there is a male figure, looming like a shadow.

Jiang Xue was violently pushed to the ground by Xiao Yan, with white papers scattered around her. Xiao Yan leaned over and pressed her down, holding her hands tightly.

"Jiang Xue, open your eyes and look carefully, who are those in the painting?" Xiao Yan pressed her under him, his excitement was simply abnormal, his smile was twisted, revealing a morbid desire to conquer, he was eager to tear apart Jiang Xue's apparent tranquility and witness her crying bitterly under his hands.

This psychopath, the smell of him made her feel sick.

Her face was roughly turned to the side, and she noticed that in this painting, there was one work in which a woman's face could be clearly seen.

In the picture, the woman's hands were forcibly pulled apart, revealing her tearful face.

That was her mother, the Queen of Qian Kingdom, Lu Congfang, the only protagonist in all the humiliating scenes.

There was a sudden sharp pain in my chest, as if someone had stabbed it with a blunt object and then torn it apart.

Her gentle and beautiful mother was always by her father's side, and she had never seen her mother look sad at all.

A mother is the kindest person in the world. Even when a servant accidentally knocked over a teapot and scalded her hand, she never blamed him harshly. Instead, she gently comforted the panicked servants and cared whether they would be punished.

Such a gentle and kind mother suffered such an insult, and someone actually froze this shame on canvas.

After the heartache, her anger erupted like a volcano. She wanted to burn all the paintings and destroy all those who had insulted her mother.

From the beasts who committed the violence to the painters who recorded it all, all the bystanders who watched the mother die without helping are accomplices in her mother's death.

"Did you see it clearly? Haha, this is your mother, the elegant and talented woman of the Lu family, Lu Congfang, the Queen of Qian Kingdom who was trampled upon by thousands of people." Xiao Yan spoke ill of her, and when he saw the tears rolling down Jiang Xue's eyes, he was so excited that he was almost crazy.

Yes, that was the feeling. He just wanted to see Jiang Xue’s painful expression.

The more pain she suffered, the happier he was.

"Do you want to know why this place is called the Locking Heart Pavilion? When the Qian Kingdom was defeated and Feng Xun was skinned and dried by your father, your mother was dragged back by our Beiling soldiers to be tortured. Every time, there were professional painters painting on the spot.

The scene was tragic, she was indeed the woman whom the Emperor of Qian had doted on for many years, and for whom he even ignored the concubines."

Xiao Yan described the extremely disgusting scene in vivid detail, and even mocked Lu Congfang for crying while holding his dried skin, which was like sprinkling chili powder on Jiang Xue's heart.

"Our Xiaoxue is the most beautiful princess." In her mind, her mother hugged her and her smile was as warm as the spring sun.

"Mother, father said that I am the second most beautiful and you are peerless." Her little mouth was as sweet as honey.

"Xiaoxue, this phoenix hairpin was customized by your father for your mother. If you like it, your father will make another one for you as a birthday surprise." The handsome father picked her up and patiently coaxed the little princess who wanted to wear her mother's phoenix hairpin.

However, the perfect parents in our memory are now overwhelmed by humiliation, and their ending is so tragic.

Xiao Yan's ridicule was still ringing in Jiang Xue's ears, but her eyes became more gloomy.

"Jiang Xue, aren't you quite capable? You actually dared to destroy the Lin family. Do you know how painful it is for me? Today, I will let you experience the same pain as your mother. You will be humiliated and branded. I will let you know the consequences of being my enemy."

As he said this, he turned Jiang Xue over with force and prepared to attack. Unexpectedly, in his arrogance, he was careless for a moment and gave Jiang Xue a chance to fight back.

A needle pierced the back of his neck with more force than ever before.

Xiao Yan didn't even have time to finish his sentence before his eyes went dark and he fell to the ground with a bang.

Jiang Xue stood up, straightened her messed up clothes, and looked down at Xiao Yan who was lying on the ground.

She lit a match and threw it at the portraits, watching the raging fire gradually spread, and the hatred in her heart burned with it.