71 Ch. 71: The Ugly Side of Arranged Marriages

My mouth hurts like a bitch as we constantly move further and further away from the imperial palace. I've been, for lack of a better term, sitting on my ass the entire time I've been in this world. The last time I properly ran was in my last life when I was trying to beat the line to the delicious taco food truck that came to our university campus every Wednesday. Not to mention, I'm a tiny kid probably stuck in the single-digit percentile for both height and weight so I'm covering very little ground with each step.