I was born mute, but I married the emperor who would kill my entire family in the future. On our wedding night, he lifted my hijab, his peach blossom eyes full of ridicule, "Are you really a mute?" I knew he hated me. I don't want to marry him either. My father is a powerful prime minister, but I am a legitimate daughter who is not favored. My mother doesn't like me either. No matter how good I am at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I can only get a simple sentence from her. But even if she is a concubine who is inferior to me in talent and beauty, she is still willing to hold her in my arms and call her "darling" one after another.
