Summary
Before my mother passed away, she gave me one final piece of advice.
If I were to marry, I must marry a good man.
But I wasn’t very clever, so I asked:
“What counts as a good man?”
She was silent for a long time.
“In short, someone who is the complete opposite of your cousin, the heir apparent.”
So from the time I was little, I followed my cousin everywhere.
With a little booklet, I recorded his words and deeds each day:
The day before yesterday, he told Miss Liu that I was a poor relative living under someone else’s roof.
Yesterday, he said he would take me on a spring outing, but abandoned me to go drinking with courtesans.
Today, he teased me in front of the scholars, laughing as I panicked helplessly.
But unlike before, this time someone stepped in front of me.
The young man had red lips and white teeth, yet carried himself like an old scholar.
He coldly rebuked my cousin for his frivolous conduct, saying that bullying a woman was not the act of a gentleman.
I stared at his back, straight and elegant as bamboo, my heart pounding wildly.
The good man my mother spoke of-
I had found him.