Refuse to be a concubine? I got married by raising fish
As the concubine of a fifth-grade civil servant's family, I have only two options for marriage—
Use it as a plaything for the powerful, or fill the house of an old minister.
I "missed" at the poetry meeting and wet the sleeves of the prince's robe, and "got lost" at the Buddhist temple and ran into the arms of the general's legitimate son.
It wasn't until my eldest sister's engagement party that I "accidentally" fell into the water and was rescued by the prince's son.
When the soaked dress clung to my body, I saw his Adam's apple rolling: "Girl, if you are willing, I will grant you the position of concubine."
