Summary
After three years of serving as the Young Lady’s nighttime double, I was finally weary.
While still in bed, I pleaded with the Young Master to grant me a formal status.
He dismissed the idea carelessly.
“You are Madam’s bridal maid. If I were to take you as a concubine, wouldn’t that be a slap in her face?”
I closed my eyes in despair.
The Young Master’s devotion to the Young Lady was known to everyone.
The next day, I went before the Old Madam and pleaded for her blessing to enter a Ghost Marriage with the dying Eldest Young Master.
The Old Madam was deeply moved.
“Once the Ghost Marriage is performed, you must remain a widow for your husband. My dear child, have you truly thought this through?”
I kowtowed.
“I will never regret it.”
From the corner of my eye, I saw the Young Master and the Young Lady turn deathly pale.