In the third year of my marriage, my mother-in-law and the clan elders forced me to come down from the ancestral hall. She sneered and hit me: "In the mass graves on the outskirts of Beijing, there are unknown corpses every night. If the Duke's Mansion is good, Yan'er is good, you can be good."
I turned around and looked at my silent husband: "Do you think so too?"
His eyes flickered, and he did not dare to look at me: "What Yiyi is carrying is my flesh and blood... You have always been generous, so give up your position as your wife to her and give her and the child a way to survive."
I was just seeking a way out for the mother and son.
How difficult is this?
Later, due to the private forging of weapons and lax management of the family, the Duke of Guo stripped the nobles and confiscated the family. The family lived "well" on the road to exile in Qianzhou. One died of illness and the other died in a mining accident, finally ending this bitter and cold "life".
