"Never forge one heart, ask the bride and groom to drip blood and make a good relationship!"

As the master sings and drinks, another maid carries a tray covered by red cloth and opens the tray with gold, silver and two fine needles.

Wang Ying, dressed in red bridal make-up, took the silver needle and gently tied it on his forefinger. A drop of blood slipped between his fingers and dripped on the purple light. Then he looked at Song Yan.

Song Yanyin feels bad. The master of ceremonies smiled and urged, "Please drop blood, Prince Chu!"

"OK!"

Song Yan hesitated slightly to pick up the gold needle and tie...