(Thunder roared on a rainy night. Su Jinli opened her eyes in severe pain and found that poisonous wine was being poured into her throat along the fingertips of her concubine Su Wanrou)
"Sister's dowry, my sister will use it for you." Su Wanrou's embroidered shoes ran over her convulsing fingers, and the gold thread wedding dress was soaked scarlet in the pool of blood. "After all, the number one scholar said... You can't even recognize the anti-pregnant medicine."
(Three days before the wedding when I was reborn, the heavy rain hit the window lattice just like when I died in my previous life)
Su Jinli suddenly grabbed Su Wanrou's wrist as she shook the powder into the medicine jar.
