On the wedding night, he crushed the cup and sneered: "Your sister ran away from the marriage, you should know the consequences of the substitute marriage."
I lowered my eyes and massaged his stiff legs, the silver needle inserting into the acupuncture points silently.
Three days later, he stood up holding on to the wall and strangled my neck: "Who sent you?"
I answered tremblingly: "Your Highness, my poison can make you stand up, but it can also make you fall completely. Do you want to trade?"
