Snow, the entire world was covered in snow. The great earth that was covered in snow was exceptionally clean, and it was also exceptionally cold. In this ice and snow land, a male stood proudly in the snow. Snowflakes landed on his shoulders, adding a trace of coldness and charm to his beautiful face.

"Do you really want to marry her?" The white-clothed man standing behind him asked.

"Yes, marrying her is the only way to ascend the throne. This is not only the edict of the late emperor, but also the only way to eradicate the Mo family."

"Really?" The man in white smiled slightly. "Where's the Consort Dowager? What are you going to do?"

When he heard the word "Emperor Consort", the coldness in the man's eyes quickly disappeared, leaving only a trace of tenderness. "I'll keep it a secret for now. That b*tch Mo Zimo is not qualified to be my wife. But after all, the previous emperor ordered me to marry her..." Speaking of this, a trace of cruelty flashed in the man's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curved up. "Prime Minister Mo, I will take good care of your daughter..."

For some reason, the man in white, who had been standing behind him, suddenly shivered.

In the Prime Minister's mansion.

Mo Zimo's eyelashes fluttered gently as she lay on the bed. Then, she opened her eyes. The strong light in the room made her narrow her eyes somewhat uncomfortable. She raised her hand to block in front of her eyes. After getting used to the light in the room, she slowly moved her hand away.

She was sorting out what had happened in her mind. She remembered that she had made an appointment with the First Miss of the Hua Family—Hua'er, who was like swimming in a lake. Unexpectedly, when the boat was about to go ashore, she pushed herself into the water and screamed as she sat on the deck. Her head was also on a sharp stone. Before she passed out, she vaguely saw the voice of the emperor and Hua'er. She cried in a hoarse voice, "She wants to kill me, she wants to kill me!"

She stroked her legs, arms, and face, and finally touched the thick gauze on her forehead. She was a little absent-minded. She took the bronze mirror at the corner of the table and looked at it carefully.

The woman in the mirror had a beautiful face with a sickly white face. There were layers of gauze wrapped around her forehead, and there were faint traces of blood oozing out.

She lifted the gauze on her forehead and looked at the wound with a helpless sigh. It seemed that such a wound was already a good one.

"Clang!" The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground woke her up. She raised her head subconsciously and looked at the door. A woman was standing at the door. Her red lips were slightly opened, and her eyes were full of tears. The basin in her hand fell to the ground.

"Miss... Miss..." The woman quickly walked to the bedside and knelt down. Her tears could not stop flowing. Mo Zinan rubbed her head with a smile and whispered, "Mr. Luan, sorry to trouble you again."

The woman wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes and sobbed in a low voice. Mo Zimo looked at her quietly. She waited for Luan's mother to stop crying before she said, " Luan'er, help me change my clothes. I'm going to the palace later."

"Miss, you can't go."

"Miss, you can't go."

Mo Ziyi stood up and took out a set of red clothes from the wardrobe. Seeing this, Luan immediately tugged at the corner of her clothes and pleaded, "Miss, don't go. Every time you enter the palace, you will be carried back."

Mo Zilu sighed softly, her beautiful eyes full of sadness. She said with a bitter smile, "Silly girl, do you think I'll be fine if I don't enter the palace? When I wake up, the news will be sent back to the palace. Even if I don't go, His Majesty will invite me."

As she spoke, she took off her clothes. As her clothes slipped down, her white skin was also exposed in the air. As her clothes slid down, what appeared in her eyes was not a white and tender back, but a whip mark.

Seeing this, Luan's tears, which had just stopped, came out again. The whip wounds on her back came one after another, and her old wounds had not yet healed. She went to take the red clothes on the bed and put them on patiently and seriously.

Dressed in red, she was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting. Everyone in the world said, "The daughter of the prime minister is as beautiful as a fairy in red." They didn't know why the eldest daughter of the prime minister only loved red, and they didn't know why she suddenly fell in love with red, who had always liked white.

Only Lady Luan knew that the red dress was only used to cover the blood that seeped out of the scar on her back. When she entered the palace for the first time, she was carried back and her white clothes were dyed red with blood. The first thing the eldest daughter of the prime minister's family said when she woke up was, "Lady Luan, change all the clothes in my closet into red clothes."

Mo Zimo pushed open the door. As expected, there were two rows of people standing outside. The woman in the lead bowed slightly when she saw Mo Zimo. She said, "Miss Mo, His Majesty and His Highness have been waiting in the palace for a long time."

She nodded with a bitter smile. As soon as she was about to leave, she saw Mr. Luan kneeling on the ground. "Please let go of our Miss. She has just woken up. At least... at least let our Miss rest for a few days..."

The leading woman walked around the Luan wings and led Mo Zimo away, leaving only the Luan wings kneeling on the ground and crying.