After seven years without a child, the emperor granted my husband a concubine so the General's residence would have an heir.
The concubine looked seven parts like me. My husband solemnly promised he would only have a child with her and would never fall for her, but in truth, he gradually became lost in her tender embrace.
On the night I died in a raging fire, my husband held my corpse and wept in a frenzy.
