After finishing her medicine, Daiyue felt drowsy again. Nodding off in a haze, she went back to meeting the God of Dreams.
That was simply the kind of person Daiyue was. Ever since she was born, she had never harbored any grand ambitions, always content to just muddle through her days. Originally, she had planned to securely and steadily serve as a princess, living off her family and passing the second half of her life in carefree bliss. Her parents were still young, and when the time came for them to have a boy, she would just keep coasting along—that was already her ultimate goal in life.
Who would have thought that the old hag Dai Qianfan, with her husband missing, would have nothing better to do all day and insist on stirring up trouble by conjuring up some absurd Divination of Tianji? Ever since then, Daiyue had not known a single day of peaceful sleep, constantly being scolded and punished every other day. Aside from facing the wall, it was more wall-facing. In the prime of her youth, she was practically forced to live the life of a nun tending an ancient Buddha before a dim green lamp—truly a tragedy of the highest order.
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