"I was the most virtuous and capable matriarch in the imperial capital.
My son had turned over a new leaf and passed the provincial exams as a juren, the concubine-born daughter I'd raised was about to marry into a prestigious family, and my husband said he would dismiss the women in his household for my sake.
I thought my long years of hardship had finally paid off.
But then I suddenly dreamed of my mother, who had died more than thirty years ago. In the dream, she yanked my ear and scolded me.
[Your mother transmigrated into this world as a proper modern woman. How did she end up with such a fool for a daughter? Your son died long ago, didn't you know?! The one here now is the son your marquis husband had with his beloved mistress!]
[And that ungrateful concubine-born daughter of yours only wants your dowry.]
[As for the husband you cherish so dearly, he's already been slowly poisoning you. He's just waiting for you to die so he can marry his beloved mistress!]
