I was the daughter of a marquis, yet I married the man who used to be my horse groom.
But I certainly hadn't treated him well back then.
Later, when the marquis's household fell into decline, he became a general who had won great distinction in battle.
When others mocked me, he used his military honors to ask the emperor for my hand in marriage.
Has he got a death wish?
I don't understand.
After all, I was famous in the capital for bringing misfortune to my husbands.
I feared he wanted revenge and tried to refuse. But with the marquis's household in decline, I had no choice but to accept the marriage, full of apprehension.
I had just received the imperial decree and left the palace when I heard someone say, "One brings bad luck to husbands, the other to wives. Who do you think will bring the other to their grave first?"
Oh no, they're talking about me.
But on our wedding night, he looked at me earnestly and said, "I wish for us to be the only ones in each other's lives, for all our days."
P.S.:
1. This story is written in first person.
Theme: Those who love each other will end up together
