She can’t wear red or enter through the front door. She doesn’t even count as a concubine.
Bought into a grand manor for ten silver dollars, she is surrounded by people waiting to see her cry, throw a tantrum, and rot in the mud.
Then she picks up an abacus.
An old ledger, a piece of sewing thread, and the mystery of her father’s murder ten years ago. While everyone thinks she’s nothing more than a tool for bearing children, she has already used half a pencil to pry up the very foundations of the Li household.
At the Lantern Festival family feast, the hall is packed with guests. Wearing a faded red wedding dress, she steps out from behind a pillar in the corner and says:
“I can recite every account from the thirty-fourth year of Guangxu to the second year of the Republic of China.”
The entire room is stunned.
[Who says a woman sold off like property can only wait for someone to rescue her?]
[She is the blade herself.]
She was married for six years, beaten for four years, starved for three years, and finally sold for ten yuan. The daughter ran after the sedan and cried, "Mom - don't go -" She didn't look back. Because she knew that she would not be able to leave if she turned back. Everyone in the deep house regarded her as a mute fertility tool. The maid rolled her eyes at her, and the eldest lady thought she didn't exist. Even the man who "bought" her only regarded her as a prop to complete the task. Until she was on the desk late at night, dipping her fingers in tea and writing the word "tolerance". There is a knife hanging in her heart, she will not hide, she will catch the knife.