I was seventeen when I married into Qi Mansion.
My mother said that I was lucky enough to be a prosperous young master in the family. She smiled so hard at the betrothal gift that she was sent that she couldn't even see her.
So, I put on my heavy wedding dress, got on the sedan chair, and was taken to Qi Mansion with a lot of beatings.
Surprisingly, Master Qi was healthy and healthy. Not only that, he is also an outstanding person like a god.
Happy Sheng opened his hijab and cut my forehead. The blood blurred my vision. I didn't miss the contempt and disgust in his eyes.
He threw away the blood-stained wedding scale and looked at me like it was something dirty. He looked at me condescendingly: "I don't believe in any theory of fate. You are safe and sound, and there is still a way to survive. If you dare to use any crooked ideas, I will kill you without a burial place."
After we got married, I learned that a Taoist priest had appraised Qi Jiming's destiny, saying that he would have a life and death disaster before he reached the crown, and that my horoscopes could help him turn disaster into good luck.
Mrs. Qi loved her son so much that she forced him to marry me.
I heard that he also had a sweetheart who was a perfect match in both talent and beauty, but their marriage was ruined. No wonder he hates me so much.
I dare not disobey him and act honestly as a transparent person in Qi Mansion.
Later, when he saw that I was at ease, he softened his posture slightly: "I will give you a dowry so that you and I can get together and part ways."
Later, he was blinded in an accident, and I accompanied him step by step back to Yongzhou.
After the catastrophe, I became a piece of leftover medicine dregs. Mrs. Qi took out a letter and handed it to me calmly.
The words are so strong that they can be seen through the back of the paper, and you can almost see the high-spirited look of the man through the handwriting.
It turns out that he had already written the letter of separation.
After I packed my bags, two pretty maids were sent into the backyard and passed me by.
In the third month after leaving Qi Mansion, Qi Jiming, who had returned from a long journey, stopped in front of me, with a rare expression on his face: "Wei Tao, where are you going?"
Intention: Cherish the people in front of you
