When Zhou Wenyao was still a poor scholar, I gave him a home and money for his studies.
That was until he came first in the palace examination...
He said, “Wanqing, marry me. I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life.”
On our wedding day, Zhou Wenyao offered me to the cruel and bloodthirsty Seventh Prince to secure his promotion.
He said, “Wanqing, the Seventh Prince forced me! It’s all right. I don’t mind, and I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life!”
Once again, I believed him.
I devoted myself to providing him with money, but he couldn’t even bear to touch me.
It wasn’t until he killed me with a cup of poisoned wine that I understood: everything had gone wrong!
