Contracted Marriage: the Queen Needs Training

The sky was so dark that it seemed to be pressing down, and the occasional flash of lightning made the night even more frightening. Mi Shiyi knelt on the ground tremblingly, letting the rain wet her body, letting the rain flow into her eyes and stinging her eyes, letting herself be in self-exile, or in other words, forced self-exile. But she didn't dare to look up at the yard in front of her, and she didn't even dare to raise her hand to wipe the rain off her head. She didn't dare to make even a sound for fear of waking up the people in the yard. Mi Shiyi couldn't remember exactly how long she had been kneeling. How did she persist until now...