Forced into a Substitute Marriage on the Way to Get Married

Then they saw the sedan chair's curtain raised with a "swish" sound. Shen Mingzhu's hair was like a chicken coop, huddled in a nook, her face was as white as paper, and her nails were digging into the palms of her hands. She screamed at the top of her voice: "I'm not going! I'd rather die in my mother's arms than enter that big devil's tent."