On my wedding day, my husband insisted on taking my younger half-sister as a concubine at the same time, and even putting her above me by welcoming her into the household with the rites due to a principal wife. To keep the peace at home, I swallowed my anger and became a laughingstock throughout the capital. I was humiliated and bullied in every way imaginable, and after I died, my body was thrown into a mass grave for wild dogs to tear apart. When I opened my eyes again, I was sitting in a wedding sedan chair once more.
