Everyone said that the nine concubines who entered Fu Mansion were dead and crazy.
Su Zhiyuan was paid off a debt of three thousand yuan by her uncle. The night she married into this "man-eating" governor's house, she was prepared to die.
There were flowers and candles in the wedding room, but Fu Chen slept alone on the soft couch: "I, Fu Chen, have no habit of forcing women."
The next day, there was a handful of Brownings engraved with fleur-de-lis on my pillow - I don't know how to use them, I'll teach you when I come back.
The gunshots in the middle of the night shattered the wedding night; the eldest wife's wooden fish hid inexplicable patterns; the copper plate on the neck of the third wife's tabby cat was engraved with numbers that no one could understand; a page of poems she wrote at random disappeared overnight.
The evil reputation in the rumors was a skin he gave himself.
And what she was walking into step by step was not this man-eating mansion——
Behind the secret he guarded with his life was a bigger chessboard.
