Ma Meiying couldn't wrap her head around the situation. At one moment, she was filled with bliss, nervousness and a tinge of excitement as she sat on the bridal sedan, imagining how her marriage life would be. In the next second…everything turned into a nightmare.
The faint scent of blood drifted along with the wind amidst people's ear deafening cheers and she frowned. Ma Meiying lifted her red veil, doubt coursed through her. She sniffed around and confirmed that it was indeed the scent of blood, and moreover, it got closer and closer.
Chills ran down her spine and her instinct instantly screamed: something is wrong here!
She lifted the curtain to find a middle aged servant from Ning Family walking by her side. Surprise, she whispered. "Is there something wrong, Miss?"
