My older brother insisted on marrying the prince's personal maid. I advised him, "She's been pursuing the prince for ten years, and she's carrying his child. Brother, think carefully." On their wedding night, the maid took her own life with a golden hairpin, killing both herself and the baby. In her suicide note, she said I had always ruined her reputation, and that she would prove her innocence with her life. The prince thrust his sword at me, but my brother stopped him. "Why not sell her to a brothel as punishment?" A year later, I heard that the maid had appeared beyond the frontier, and the prince rode a thousand miles to pursue his wife. My brother never married. The first thing the maid did when she returned to the capital was slash my face with her hairpin, then
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