In August of the 13th year of heaven, in order to prepare for the marriage, the house began to be busy in the middle of the night. It seemed that the prince's daughter was going to get married. All of a sudden, the whole house turned to be decorated with lights. It was very happy.

I sat in front of the Linghua mirror and grinned. My wife yanked her teeth on my head. The whole house was as busy as a vegetable market. My wife pulled her scalp and shaved her face. I almost didn't shout loudly. What kind of marriage is it? It's suffering. I'm very resentful in my...