I sat on the wedding bed, listening to the ridiculous noise outside, and felt like a pigeon with its legs tied and thrown into a strange pigeon cage. This body is called Shen Qingyi, the nineteenth princess of Daliang and married to Dasheng. And I am Lin Xiao, a hard-working social worker who suddenly died after working overtime and came across inexplicably. Before I could understand the situation, I was stuffed into a sedan chair.
