She was originally a young girl waiting to be married, but due to the jealousy of her concubine, she was framed by her third aunt, and her father had no choice but to kick her out of the house and go to the old house left by her grandfather when he was young to escape the limelight. My mother was also bedridden because of her illness, and she didn't know whether she was still well.
I thought that when everything calmed down, I could explain the truth to my father, and my father would definitely vindicate me. But who would have thought that the third aunt actually colluded with the groom to eradicate her. Fortunately, the noble man came to rescue her, but she was accidentally poisoned by the groom. Why did God treat me like this? I haven't told my father the truth yet, and I haven't shown my innocence yet. If my mother knew that her daughter died before her, my mother's condition would be aggravated again. Hateful third aunt, I asked myself why she treated me like this when she had never done anything sorry to others. If I had it to do over again, I would never let her go easily. Along with the pain comes the darkness slowly.