Born a woman, she is pitifully destined to be a concubine. A sudden look back, and her heart is filled with sorrow. Though she has her lord's affection, her silk handkerchief is never dry. The principal wife is the daughter of a wealthy family, while she is regarded as little more than a servant. She waits upstairs to hear his voice, and downstairs to read his expression.
These few short lines reveal the bitterness of being a concubine. From the moment Zhuang Qiandai went from a pampered young lady to a concubine, she understood her fate.
But what would all her careful service and forbearance earn her? Nothing but humiliation and pain.
She carried a child for ten months and gave birth, only for someone else to openly claim the baby as their own.
Worse still, even her husband's meager affection and sympathy were taken from her.
To avoid being thrown out of the family home, and to keep her child safe, Qiandai endured again and again, yielding at every turn.
And yet, even so, she was driven to the brink. What should she do now?
Her father said that a concubine must be like a wolf: endure in silence and wait for the perfect moment. Was she that trapped, humiliated wolf? Should she bare her sharp fangs, howl at the moon, and take revenge many times over for the humiliation and shame she had suffered?
Come on, wait for the fat~~