On the day I got married, everyone in the capital was shocked.
Who would have thought that the most beautiful woman in the capital would marry a groom?
The young Marquis stopped my carriage in the street, opened my curtain, and sneered: "Would you be wronged by marrying me as my concubine?"
I sneered and said, "I would rather be a beggar's wife than the prime minister's concubine."
He kept saying yes and waiting for me to regret my words and come to beg for mercy from him.
But I waited and waited. In the end, my husband was a very popular minister, and the young marquis regretted it.
