Summary
My parents named me Zhaodi: bring me a little brother. Then came eight sons, each destined to inherit the empire I could never touch. I was expected to marry well, smile sweetly, and clear the way for them. So I smiled. I studied. I built a business of my own. And when my father’s precious heirs began falling apart, one after another, I was always there to help. Such a dutiful daughter. Such a shame he never wondered what I wanted.