My mother is a stepmother who is as light as a chrysanthemum, and she treats her servants with the utmost care. After the groom got drunk and defiled her, she knelt down and begged for mercy. She smiled and forgave, saying that everyone is equal, and you didn't mean it. She even got pregnant with the groom's child, and she wrapped her belly with white silk to hide it. I knelt down and begged her to abort the fetus, but she responded. You gave me a slap in the face and you couldn't tolerate your brother. Later, when the fetus was born and the scandal was exposed, she cried and pointed out that I was the child of an affair with my servant. My father was so angry that he drowned me in the pond. She stood on the bank and wiped her tears gracefully. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to the day when she first showed her pregnancy.
