On the day I married Yu Wenming, my father sent several carts of dowry to the manor.
As we were about to bow before the wedding altar, Yu Wenming spoke with obvious displeasure.
“It's just a wedding. Have you considered the people who are so poor they're homeless before bringing such an extravagant dowry?”
My sharp-tongued mother-in-law put on airs and tried to make me kneel in the ancestral hall for half an hour.
His childhood sweetheart of a cousin came to the manor, claiming she had nowhere else to go, and flirted with Yu Wenming right in front of me.
Yu Wenming had no idea that the emperor had given him his fifth-rank official post because of me, simply so he would be worthy of marrying me.
He knew even less that I was the emperor's biological daughter, raised outside the palace: a princess of royal blood.
