C6

Pann Xiaoman sat motionless in her new room, like a monk in meditation.

She sat for a long, long time. He sat down until the sun went down, and when the sky was completely dark, he sat down in the new room. Not a single person remained, not even the young eunuchs of palace Maid.

The surroundings were completely silent.

It was truly quiet, so quiet that even a needle could be heard when it hit the ground. Pann Xiaoman couldn't see the scenery outside the red cloth, she only felt that the surrounding red candles were illuminating the entire space.

Vaguely, Pann Xiaoman could see a red light rippling through the red cloth. In the gentle breeze, the red light wavered faintly. It had the concept of taking a ghost film, whether it was right or wrong, hesitating and doubting.

The Emperor called Helian Mo, who was the groom, didn't come over to take off the red cloth on her head.

He had no idea where he had run off to.

Perhaps, at the same time that Pann Xiaoman was unwilling to marry that Emperor Helian Mo, she was also unwilling to marry her. Who knows? The two young men and women who didn't know each other were inexplicably tied together, becoming husband and wife for no reason. It was as if they were being chased to the wrong end of the bed — an arduous task.

Pann Xiaoman was impatient to sit down.

Was she supposed to sit like this until the end of time?

Finally, unable to hold herself back, she stretched out her hand and roughly pulled off the red cloth. Pann Xiaoman sat like a wooden person for most of the day. She was extremely tired.

When the red cloth was torn off, she stood up and shook her head, twisting her hips, twisting her neck, kicking her left leg, stretching her right leg, stretching her body.

I don't know who said it, the bride's red cloth can't be lifted by herself, it should be picked off by the groom using a red cloth weighing pole, otherwise, the marriage will not be happy - fuck, it's just bullshit! How happy can you be without an emotional basis for an arranged marriage?

In this marriage, Pann Xiaoman felt the hatred of being stabbed in the neck by someone else and being forced to go against Liang Shan.

If you're not happy, you're not happy. Who cares?

After a series of body exercises, Pann Xiaoman felt bored. To break the silence, she almost wanted to shout, to prove that this was not a dream, that she was still alive.

Yes, she had to vent. She had to do something.

Otherwise, she would go crazy.

With that in mind, Pann Xiaoman raised her foot and viciously kicked a chair to the side while gritting her teeth. "Damn it!" she cursed in an unladylike manner.

Before she could finish her sentence, she let out a shrill cry.

The chair was made of rosewood and it was cumbersome and heavy. Pann Xiaoman kicked it, but the chair remained unmoved. However, her foot had been kicked off her toenails due to the excessive force of the kick.

Pann Xiaoman gritted her teeth and hugged her leg in pain.

While shouting "Ouch! Ouch!", she jumped up. While the room was in an extremely sorry state, her eyes inadvertently landed on another corner of the room. There was a pair of shiny black eyes staring at her without moving.

There was someone else in the room besides Pann Xiaoman.

Humans were scary, terrifying people to death.

Pann Xiaoman was frightened to the point that her face turned pale, almost losing her soul. He quickly put down the foot he was holding and forgot about the pain.

She pointed her hand at the man in terror and screamed, "Ahh!

It was a very young man, not yet twenty years old. He sat at the table, dressed in a dragon robe. He was dressed in a festive attire. Needless to say, just by thinking about it, Pann Xiaoman knew that he was her so-called 'husband' — Emperor Helian Mo.