The young lady had been married into the Marquis of Wenyuan’s household for three years without bearing a child. So she chose me from among her dowry maids and assigned me as a concubine-in-waiting. But on the very day I gave birth to the young heir, a bowl of tonic she had given me cost me my life. The day I died, I was covered in blood. The young lady stood by my bed, looking down at me. “The mother dies so the child can live. That is your fate.”
Consumed by boundless hatred, I was reborn on the day I was assigned as a concubine-in-waiting. This time, I wouldn’t obediently serve as a baby-making tool. The mother dies so the child can live? We’ll see which mother ends up dying!
