My son insisted on taking a prostitute as a concubine, but I tried my best to stop him, so he resented me.
My daughter was secretly in love with a poor scholar, so I locked her in a room and arranged a matching marriage for her.
She didn't come home to see me for several years.
Later, I became seriously ill, so my son and daughter joined forces with my husband, who doted on his concubines and killed his wives, and threw me into a village without calling a doctor for me.
Let me freeze to death in my thatched hut.
When I opened my eyes again, I went back to the day when my son clamored to take a concubine.
This time, I, the head mother of the house, gave up my job.
