A Leftover Woman's Spring in Ancient Times

She was clearly a fresh, delicate young flower, yet somehow she’d been saddled with the label of an ancient spinster.

Her older brother wanted to sell her, her sister-in-law wanted to force her into marriage, and her mother couldn’t take on the two of them alone.

No way! She’d rather be a stepmother than a concubine!

Little bean, since you’re already calling me Mother, why not have your father marry me?

Um, by the way, what’s your father’s surname?