Jieyu had thought that marrying the eldest legitimate son of the Wei family in a grand bridal sedan chair was nothing more than a means of consolidating her political power. She had never wanted him, so she humiliated him in every way, carrying on with the many palace officials right in front of him or hurling cruel insults at him.
Jieyu: "Just look at you. You have an ordinary face and an ordinary figure. How do you compare to any of the officials in my palace?"
Chi Tan: "...Yes, my wife is right."
Jieyu: "Do you think I like you? If it weren't for my mother's wishes, I wouldn't have married you. I wouldn't even have spared you a glance!"
Chi Tan: "...Yes. Thank you, my wife, for showing me such favor."
Jieyu: (slaps him hard)
Chi Tan: … (Touches his cheek, saying nothing)
Jieyu resigned herself to it, marveling at the Wei family's young lord's remarkable fortitude. He kept his head down, gave in, and never uttered a single complaint. Then one night, she caught a glimpse of her mute husband crouched alone on the stone steps in the courtyard, crying, his eyes as red as a rabbit's. Only then did she realize how gentle and kind-hearted Chi Tan truly was.
Jieyu began to feel guilty. Then one day, she saw her gentle husband holding a sword and cutting off someone's head without even blinking.
Chi Tan: "...My wife, you're here?"
Jieyu: Run!