"Ah Jing, hurry up, Mr. Yuanbu's sedan has been waiting for a long time." Dad urged outside the room:
Jing put down the comb in her hand. Looking at his whitened face and bright red mouth in the mirror, he sighed sadly, lifted up his dress, and pushed open the door of the dilapidated hut.
"Dad, goodbye," Jing sobbed in her father's arms, then turned around and sat in the sedan. At the last moment when the sedan door closed, she glanced at her old father and dilapidated home, and then began her journey to get married.
Daughters of poor families in the suburbs of Kyoto had to be sold into brothels or married to local gentry as concubines when they were still young due to the family's financial difficulties.
Jingshu is relatively lucky. Relatives asked Jing to marry a lord in Kyoto as a concubine. However, when she was just 14 years old, she was going to live with an old man she had never met. If she is favored, she is afraid that the main wife will criticize her. If she is not favored, she will be like a servant girl and suffer all kinds of hardships.
Jing sat in the sedan chair and held the handkerchief uneasily, not knowing what would happen to him.
Suddenly the sedan tilted, and Jing was thrown out of the sedan. Before she could react, a warm liquid full of fishy smell splashed onto her face and body. She sat up and wiped it with her hands, only to find that her hands were covered with bright red blood.
"Ah!!!" She couldn't help shouting.
A man with his chest covered in blood suddenly fell next to her. Only then did Jing realize that the blood splattered on her body belonged to this person.
At this time, a group of warriors dressed in blue and white clothes ran over.
"Mr. Okita, are you okay?"