I am the daughter of a minister, and I have been ordered to marry that young man.
During the bridal chamber, he lifted up my hijab, but he was not in a hurry to consummate the marriage. Instead, he smiled and asked me to drink a glass of wine.
After three cups, my cheeks turned red, but he was fully clothed and watching my drunken state with great interest.
That night, he slept on the couch outside and I occupied the big bed.
From then on, he treated me very well but never went out of his way.
I was curious about his origins and secretly investigated, only to find that he would go to the ruined temple on the outskirts of the city on the fifteenth day of every month.
That day I followed him and saw him coming on the moon. He was extremely skilled in dexterity and was playing chess with an old man with white hair on the top of a mountain.
Only then did I realize that he was not an ordinary scholar, but a secluded disciple of a master from outside the world. He could not become an official but play in the world.
The night I was caught peeping, he still smiled and put a coat on me: "Since Madam already knows, can you keep it a secret for me?"
Years later, he was in power and I was as rich as anyone.
Whenever someone asks us the secret of getting along as a couple, he always smiles and says nothing.
Only I know that the gentleman who even refused to share the bed with me in the bridal chamber later insisted on holding me in his arms before falling asleep every night.
