My mother was a geisha, and my father was a poor scholar. My mother used money to support his education, and he lived up to expectations and passed the examination. At the Qionglin Banquet, the eldest princess liked him, but he lied that he was not yet married. Immediately send someone to erase any traces of my mother. I hid in the arms of my brother next door and saw my mother dying in a pool of blood through the cracks in the house. Ten years later, the prince accepted a concubine. I stood in the court wearing plain clothes. The eldest princess was leaning in her father's arms. This woman looked very familiar. Dad looked at me, his eyes changing from confusion to fear. I smiled softly. Dad, today is my mother's memorial day.
