Summary
I am a sickly woman-beautiful, but short-lived.
Many doctors have asserted that I would not live past the age of nineteen.
Until that day, when a Wandering Taoist came to our residence. He pointed and said plainly that my only slim chance of survival was in the south.
My childhood companion ignored all persuasion and was determined to go south to seek medicine for me.
With just one month left before my nineteenth birthday, he finally returned with the life-saving medicine.
Yet the first thing he said when he saw me was to ask me to be generous.
He was holding a woman in his arms, his face full of helplessness.
“Qing He, Elder Zhao is willing to give me the medicine, but his only condition is that I marry Yue’er. To save you, I have no other choice.”
“Don’t worry, she will only be a Concubine in name. In my heart, you will always be my wife.”
I stared blankly at the man in front of me, who was going on and on.
What was he talking about – wife, concubine? Did he not see I was wearing a Married Woman’s Hairstyle?
I have been married for a long time already.