Completed Heartwarming Story: On the day Father married the Princess, he was crying as he stepped onto the bridal sedan chair. On our wedding night, he huddled in the corner clutching a fire poker in his hand, shielding me tightly behind him, trembling like a sieve: "Your Highness! No matter how many faults you make, it's all my fault! Please don't hit the child! The child is still young, the meat is sour, not tasty!"

Synopsis

On the day Father married the Princess, he was crying as he stepped into the bridal sedan. On our wedding night, he huddled in the corner clutching a fire poker in his hand, shielding me tightly behind him, trembling like chaff: "Your Highness! No matter how many faults you make, it's all my fault! Please don't hit the child! The child is still young, the meat is sour, not tasty!" I also thought the two of us were doomed tonight. Unexpectedly, the ruthless female Yama frowned, lifted my chin with the tip of her whip in disdain, and flipped over a steaming hot roast chicken: "She really is too skinny, holding her hands tightly. Then let's fatten him up first, then slaughter him."