"This dowry list is fake."
My fingers holding the gold-sprinkled paper trembled slightly, not from fear, but from uncontrollable hatred. In my previous life, it was this thin piece of paper that made me the laughing stock of the whole capital on my wedding day - ten miles of red makeup turned into three carriages of rags, while my good concubine Su Yurou, wearing the jade hair and face that should belong to me, smiled at me in the wedding sedan.
