My Clingy Concubine Ran Away, and the Frail Heir Lost Control

In my previous life, I was the one who cared for my sick mother, tending to her every need. I was also the one who saved a benefactor and should have been promised a good match. Yet I was the one left hungry and cold, bullied by my own siblings. My family favored everyone but me. Even my marriage was arranged after my mother drugged me and sent me to the Duke's residence to serve as a concubine and bear an heir for my sister's husband, the heir. Unable to endure the humiliation, I hanged myself. Reborn, I say: whoever wants that chastity arch can have it, and whoever wants to observe filial piety and propriety can do so. There is no high or low in the struggle to survive. Even a woman kept to bear an heir can take her place in the household. When I first entered the residence, the abstinent heir shunned me and said, “You may stay and serve, but don't get any improper ideas.” After I had done what I came to do, he was red-eyed, his voice hoarse. “Luo Qingyan, now it's my turn to serve you. You are not allowed to leave.”