Hibiscus Color

I am selfish, vain, and used every trick in the book to marry the newly appointed top scholar.

On the day of our grand wedding, my husband’s father fell from grace and was sentenced to have his property confiscated and be exiled.

One moment, I was holding my husband’s hand, vowing never to leave him through life and death; the next, I was grabbing all the gold and silver I could and making a run for it.

What a joke.

The one in charge of confiscating the property was my Stepbrother, whom I had bullied since childhood. He wished he could skin me alive.

Would I have any chance of survival in his hands?

Just as I was sweating buckets and crawling through a dog hole, subtitles suddenly appeared before my eyes:

[The Female Supporting Character is courting death again. She could have survived by throwing a flirtatious glance at her Stepbrother, but instead she chose to escape with gold and silver, only to be targeted and killed before even leaving the city.]

[Female Supporting Character, are you out of your mind? You love climbing the social ladder so much-just look at your Stepbrother! He’ll become the Big Villain who holds power over the entire court in the future!]

[Laughable. Who bathes, perfumes, and dresses up just to confiscate a house? Even a peacock can’t show off like he does.]

[Why are you running? He’s not here to confiscate the house-he’s here for you!]

…

I suddenly froze in place.