Wei You awoke on a snowy night.
He lay in filthy slush, dressed in rags and covered in wounds, with no memory of who he was.
A beautiful young lady passed by and took him home.
The young lady had been raised in a family of scholars. She was beautiful and gentle, with a heart as kind as a bodhisattva’s. She treated his wounds and, taking pity on him, let him stay by her side as a servant.
As Wei You served her day after day, he gradually developed greedy desires for her.
The young lady was a flawless white jade. He wanted to possess her.
But he was only a lowly servant, while she stood high above him. They were as far apart as heaven and earth.
Everyone said that a wretched servant had no right to covet the young lady.
Yet one night, as the wind and snow raged and the young lady lay asleep with a high fever, Wei You leaned down while tending to her and stole a kiss from her burning lips.
The young lady was to be married.
Her groom was a noble young master who adored her and cared for her in every way.
On the day of the wedding, Wei You hid in the young lady’s boudoir, planning to kidnap her and take her away, making her his own.
Unfortunately, his plan failed, and the young lady discovered him. On the verge of tears, she cursed him for repaying kindness with treachery, ordered her people to beat him, and had him thrown out of the residence.
Wei You fell into the filthy slush once more.
Snow swirled through the air and covered his lashes. Dragging his broken leg, he watched the bright red bridal sedan chair leave in a festive procession.
Gongs and drums thundered around him. The groom sat tall on a fine horse, looking radiant and full of life.
Wei You lay in the muddy water, his eyes red with jealousy.
Later, Wei You recovered his memories.
It turned out he wasn’t a wretched servant at all, but the Third Prince, a man of immense power at court.
He had the young lady’s husband seized, and she soon came pleading at his residence.
Wei You wore a magnificent black brocade robe and looked down at the young lady from his lofty seat in the great hall.
Kneeling on the floor, she recognized his almost eerily handsome face.
She was shocked and furious.
But he had no shame, and smiled as he asked her, “Miss, do you want to save your husband?”
The thing Liu Yao regretted most in her life was saving Wei You on that snowy night.
With no other choice, she gave herself to him, sharing his bed and meals, and spending every day by his side.
Wei You clung to her day after day. He was like a venomous snake: cold, unrestrained, and insatiable.
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Theme: Don’t pick up men by the roadside
