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On her wedding night, the prime minister's daughter awaits in crimson bridal finery. When an assassin's blade presses to her throat, she whispers: 'I knew you'd come, husband.' What begins as a lethal trap unravels as she recognizes the anguish in his eyes. Her hairpin strikes true—but reveals his hidden imperial decree: this infiltrator is no mere assassin, but the commander sworn to exterminate her family. With poisoned arrows nocked, she demands her antidote at swordpoint. He laughs blood onto her wedding robes, plunging the toxin-dipped pin into his own heart: 'You saved this life seven winters ago... let it repay yours now.'
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