On the way to escape from famine, I was put into a sedan chair and married to a tyrant on behalf of the legitimate daughter of an aristocratic family.
The whole capital said that he was bloodthirsty and killed people like hemp.
On the wedding night, his hands were still stained with blood: "Now that we're here, don't even think about getting out alive."
Later, he found out that I had lied about my life experience, and the whole court wanted to kill me.
But he protected me behind him: "Who dares to touch my queen?"
Later, he locked me up, not allowing me to see other people or go out.
I asked him if he was crazy.
He hugged me: "Well, you're crazy."
