With the control of the virus, He Tian had a nightmare predicting the future.
But her intelligence didn't increase, nor did her temperament change in the slightest.
On her wedding night, filled with longing and sweetness, she waited bitterly until midnight only to wait for a drunken Prince Qi who staggered in.
There was no unveiling of the bridal veil, no drinking of the wedding wine, not even consummation.
The "drunk" Prince Qi collapsed onto the bed and remained motionless like a dead pig, despite He Tian's venom, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl in the boudoir.
She had the shyness and trepidation typical of women of this era.
Towards her husband, she had a natural admiration and respect.
Moreover, because she was a love-struck fool, she practically saw her husband as her Heavenly God, her life.
In front of Prince Qi, she was almost humbly insignificant.
Yet, her wholehearted infatuation only resulted in someone sitting alone on the wedding bed.
