Summary
Since childhood, I have envied my Aunt who was a concubine in the Marquis’s Mansion, always dressed in endless silks and satins, with an abundance of cosmetics and powders.
After turning eighteen, I secretly left my parents to seek refuge with my Aunt.
My Aunt was pregnant at the time. She looked at me calmly and said, “It is only because I am with child that I have the privilege to bring you here for a few days. Whether you can stay in the Marquis’s Mansion depends on your own abilities.”
She warned me, except for the Heir, do not provoke him.
As for the other young masters in the Marquis’s Mansion, whoever you can win over is up to your own skill.
I vowed, “Aunt, just wait and see. I will definitely be able to stay in the Marquis’s Mansion!”
But what a sin I have committed!
I was actually bewitched by a poor scholar who was only lodging in the Marquis’s Mansion.
He sat at the table, his face pale, drinking Pregnancy Tonic with no expression.
A sudden clap of thunder outside left me dazed and shaken.
In a haze, I said, “You say you’re carrying my child?!”