Tales of Jingyun: Ice Lips

He was eight years older than me. When I was ten, I knew he would be my future husband.

I could recite every one of his poems by heart, and my handwriting was good enough to pass for his.

I worked night and day to become worthy of him.

But the person he loved was my third older sister.

Two years after marrying into the Shen family, I was still a virgin.

For the sake of the Shen family, he cast me aside like an old shoe.

For the sake of the Shen family, I bore another man's child.