Gods and Buddhas Will Not Save Me

On the day I came down from the mountain, my sister was found in a refugee camp. She was so skinny that she was wrapped in a straw mat and her breath was weak. But the moment he saw me, his dim eyes suddenly lit up. "Sister." She stretched out her hand towards me and said in a light and soft voice, "Nu Nuo hurts so much." I haven't seen her in ten years. The younger sister in my memory was raised to be fat, carefree, and unable to walk when she saw candied haws. My eyes stung, and I almost crushed the candied haws in my hand. "Who harmed you like this?" But she shook her head obediently and muttered one sentence repeatedly: "My husband loves me." The dowry maid next to her was so frightened that she couldn't stand still. She fell to her knees with a plop and said in a trembling voice: "Madam's husband is the most favored young prince by the Holy Emperor today." "Kacha——" His pupils suddenly dilated, and the broken sugar dregs dug into his flesh. Three years ago, the young marquis did not hesitate to disobey the imperial edict and even be flogged to marry his sweetheart—— It's my sister who only has the mind of an eight-year-old.