When I was three, my older sister, trying to buy my cousin a folding fan, caused me to be kidnapped by human traffickers. When I returned to the capital, my cousin had already taken my place as the pampered adopted son of a marquis. I was rewarded for protecting the Crown Prince and was appointed Vice Minister of War, much to my cousin's envy. My father immediately went to the Emperor, accusing me of stealing credit and causing me to have my hands and feet broken. I was betrothed to Princess Roujia since childhood, but my cousin, to steal my marriage, arranged for prostitutes to tarnish my reputation. My mother, disgusted by my shame, allowed my cousin to force-feed me poison while I was bedridden. I was buried in a tattered straw mat...
