To save my family from prison, I married the powerful Eunuch of Nine Thousand Years.
On our wedding night, our fingers entwined on the bed, and we surrendered to passion.
But the very next day, an imperial decree ordering the Song family to be executed arrived at the manor.
I knelt outside my husband's door for three days and nights, begging him to show mercy.
He only looked at me coldly:
"Ten years ago, if your father hadn't framed my family, all 108 members of the Xie family wouldn't have died unjustly."
"And I wouldn't have been sent into the palace to become something neither human nor ghost: a eunuch."
"Now it's merely the wheel of fate turning. A blood debt must be paid in blood!"
For five years after our marriage, he imprisoned me in the rear courtyard and tortured me day and night.
I thought about ending my life, but I gritted my teeth and held on for the five-year promise I had made to my mother.
Until, for the sake of his concubine, he forcibly aborted the seven-month-old child I was carrying.
At that point, there were only seven days left until the five-year mark.
Seven days later, atop the Moon Gazing Tower, I stood on the edge of the roof, swaying precariously.
He was deathly pale as he knelt and begged me not to jump.
It's sad to read and makes you cry.