Su Wan felt like a mobile "unlucky egg-making machine", as if God was deliberately against her - just to cause trouble for her!
She is an upright spiritual husband, but she is forced to marry a sick prince? Snort!
In the middle of the night, the manor was as quiet as a cemetery, with only the scent of herbs floating in the air.
Su Wan bent over and crawled around in the medicine garden like a clever little raccoon cat.
Her resolute attitude of "I don't want to do this anymore" is clearly written on her pretty little face.
"Sisters, brothers, I'm leaving! Oh, no, it's sisters, I'm leaving!" She encouraged herself in her heart, grabbed a few precious elixirs, and stuffed them into the bag she had prepared.
