On the day my husband passed the palace examination in third place and rode through the streets, he chatted and laughed merrily with the female top scorer. He praised her noble character and brilliant talent, calling her a rare woman of the world. Everyone said they were made for each other, so intimate and inseparable. But when my husband looked at me, he said, “You greedy Pixiu, never satisfied no matter how much you have. How could you ever be worthy of becoming a titled lady?” In that moment, I knew it was time to leave. I ended the pregnancy and returned to my hometown alone. He regretted it bitterly and wept as he begged me to come home.
