My father died in the service of his country. At eighteen, as his only adopted son, I was ordered to hold him a grand funeral. But the celebrated courtesan from Tianxiang Tower arrived dressed in mourning, kneeling before my mother. The crowd erupted in an uproar, so I could only quietly remind her, "Sorry, if you're here to pay your respects, please do so at the entrance." As soon as I said it, the courtesan shot me a withering look and touched her slightly rounded belly with a cold laugh. "What right does an adopted outsider like you have to speak?" "I'm carrying the marquis's posthumous child. One day, this child will inherit his title!" "So I knelt in exactly the right place. I am the marquis's"
