On the day the Yu family sent her to get married, even the dowry was collected in person.
"As long as a sick person survives for more than three months, he will make a profit." These were her father's exact words.
They think she is easy to handle. Weak and taciturn, he lowers his head when meeting people, like a quail holding its neck.
So it was natural for her to do the wedding. It was natural for her to die.
Jinyiwei commander Xie Zheng's mansion, many newcomers entered, but few came out alive.
On the wedding night, the knife was held to his neck and the divorce papers were placed in front of him. Xie Zheng waited to see her cry, see her beg, see her tremble into a ball.
She didn't tremble.
She took the divorce letter, read it over, then raised her head and smiled at him.
"Master Commander," she said in a very soft voice, "The Yu family bets that I will die. You bet that I will obey."
"Wrong bets on both."
