On my wedding day, I wore out eight strong men carrying the bridal sedan.
The instant I stepped out of it, every relative's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
Every step I took toward the main hall gave them a new understanding of obesity.
But no one dared point at me or whisper about me. They didn't even dare speak.
After all, my father was a fifth-rank salt commissioner in Jinling, and my husband's family was the old Wang family, salt sellers by the Qinhuai River, a bunch of people who made their living under my father's authority.
Only my hapless husband dared to blurt out, “I'd rather die than marry a pig spirit like her!”
I laughed on the spot. “Don't go making reckless vows. If you die, people outside will say I'm a husband-killer, and it'll ruin my reputation. Someone, hold him down!”
