Pei Yuezhi was brought back to the marquis’s residence at sixteen. Her parents were afraid the fake heiress might feel slighted, so they made Pei Yuezhi eat and live with the servants.
Her eldest brother was afraid she would outshine the fake heiress, so he splashed boiling oil on Pei Yuezhi’s face.
They even deliberately arranged for her to marry a poor scholar who beat his wife.
When Pei Yuezhi could no longer endure the beatings, she went home for help.
Her parents called her oversensitive. “A few hits won’t kill you!”
Not long afterward, Pei Yuezhi was beaten to death by her abusive husband.
As she lay dying, they tossed her onto a handcart, wrapped in a straw mat.
The street was dazzlingly red. The fake heiress was getting married to a prince, her bridal procession stretching for miles.
Her heartless father wore a kindly smile, while her heartless mother wept with relief.
Pei Yuezhi used her last ounce of strength to reach out to them, but the two looked at her with disgust and said, “Get this corpse out of here. Don’t let the bad luck rub off on our Shuang’er!”
Pei Yuezhi died with hatred in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she thought, To hell with filial harmony. No one is getting a happy ending.
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Pei Yuezhi dreamed that the Seventh Prince, bullied mercilessly when he was young, would become the crown prince one day.
To take revenge, Pei Yuezhi approached him of her own accord.
At first, he was full of suspicion. “One request per favor. As for anything else...”
“This humble subject’s daughter wouldn’t dare presume.”
Later, after Pei Yuezhi had avenged herself and tried to leave, he caught her hand, tears in his phoenix eyes, and refused to let go.
“I still have other uses to you.”
“Since you’ve made use of me, can’t you keep doing so forever?”
