Qing Shang was an orphan. By a twist of fate, she saved a handsome man covered in blood, then spent several passionate nights with him, losing all sense of time and place.
They lived a blissful life together in the countryside, as if they were husband and wife.
Then one day, people from the Marquis of Yongding's residence in the capital came to tell her that her birth date matched that of the marquis's daughter, who had died young. The young lady had been deeply loved by the old madam, and her early death was the old madam's greatest regret in her later years.
"The old madam wants to raise you by her side, just as she raised the young lady back then, to bring her some comfort."
"Your family died early. At the marquis's residence, you'll be a mistress loved by all and respected by the entire household. You'll have the same fine clothes, food, and comforts as the young lady, and when you marry, you'll be sent off with the same ceremony as a daughter of the house."
"Please grant the old madam's wish and keep her company for a few years. The marquis's residence will reward you with a thousand taels of gold."
Honestly, Qing Shang couldn't help being tempted.
She had grown up in hardship, with barely a roof over her head, and could hardly afford to support her lover anymore.
Besides, he had far too much stamina and wanted it too often. He never listened when she told him to stop, and she could barely keep up. They might as well part ways and let their brief affair remain a fleeting romance.
She was sure she'd have plenty of good options once she entered the marquis's residence.
And even if she didn't, a thousand taels of gold would give her a very comfortable life.
Qing Shang steeled herself, left a letter behind, and went with the steward of the marquis's residence.
The Marquis of Yongding's residence really was a grand and powerful household. Though some people looked at her strangely, her grandmother was kind, the elders were understanding, and she lived in luxury without a care. Little by little, Qing Shang settled in and grew quite happy.
Until, ten days later, the heir to the marquisate, Cen Zan, returned.
He was the most outstanding young nobleman in the capital, said to have made a name for himself at a young age. He was peerlessly handsome, held great power, and commanded immense respect.
Qing Shang was stunned the moment she saw him.
This elder brother looked exactly like her lover from the countryside!
Her grandmother happily took Qing Shang's hand and introduced her to him: "Qing Shang is a good girl. From now on, treat her like your own little sister. Teach her well and spoil her, and don't let anyone bully her."
Cen Zan looked perfectly composed and replied with a faint, inscrutable smile.
But the look he gave Qing Shang was as sharp as a knife, reminding her of those days and nights in the countryside, when he had been like a wolf and a beast, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
Qing Shang could only hope that, for the sake of her having saved his life and now being his little sister in name, he would let her go.
But she never expected her elder brother to come to her room that very night.
His long, jade-like fingers brushed her cheek. "Grandmother told me to teach you well. Where should I start?"
Qing Shang's voice trembled. "Elder Brother..."
Cen Zan smiled. "Then let's start with what you call me. Qing Shang, you used to call me your husband."
Qing Shang's legs shook. She was at a loss for tears.
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