My father and brother are in jail, but my fiancé said I can take you as my concubine.
Song Yuanxi had a dream, dreaming that she compromised for love, but ended up being miserable.
She was looked down upon by her husband's family, let down by her husband, and chastised by her mistress. She couldn't even save her children and the maid who depended on them, and eventually she fell ill and died miserably, leaving no one to collect her body.
Song Yuanxi broke out in a cold sweat, remembering that there was an unmarried young master in the Chi family.
But Chi Hejing, who has been arrogant and domineering since childhood, is a famous living king of hell in Beijing. In the past few years, he turned his back on good deeds for some unknown reason and plunged into the battlefield. He didn't know if he would come back alive.
Mrs. Chi made several marriage proposals to him, but the ancestor rejected them all, saying that anyone who dared to marry him would be a widow for the rest of his life.
It's better to be a widow, it's ten thousand times better than being a concubine and being tortured to death.
But on the wedding day, I had agreed that my cousin would be the one to welcome her, so why did he come back?
After running back and refusing to leave, Song Yuanxi's life as a widow was ruined. Song Yuanxi just wanted to use him to save her father and brother and then reconcile.
But as soon as she left the capital, she was surrounded by men's cavalry.
"Is it necessary to tie your feet so that you can't run away?"
Chi Hejing's eyes were sinister as he trapped her in the gold tent and tied a gold chain to her ankle while kneeling.
"My dear lady, this is what I wanted to do on my wedding day."
"Heli? Unless I die first!"
