Sending My Brother Off as a Bride

When the imperial decree arrived at my home, I clung to my brother and wailed, wiping my tears and snot all over him. “Brother! I won’t enter the palace! I don’t want to die yet!” My brother slapped the table. “I’ll go in your place!” Before he left, I watched him climb into the sedan chair, clutching the emperor’s sister-in-law’s enormous gold ingot and crying with heartfelt sincerity. Brother, you finally get it.