I was a green peacock, and my husband was a golden phoenix.
At a banquet, he fell in love with me at first sight and married me.
But I was of low birth. To expand its influence, the phoenix clan insisted that he take a fire phoenix as his concubine.
That became the beginning of my misfortune.
I bore him two golden phoenixes, and then became pregnant again on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival.
But his concubine, the fire phoenix, had always been neglected, and she was intensely jealous of how easily I conceived.
"How can someone as lowly as you bear the children of General Golden Phoenix?"
While the general was away on a campaign, she viciously plucked out my feathers and tore off my claws.
She even ripped the phoenix child from my womb and threw it to the wild wolves to devour.
Then she boiled my two golden phoenixes and ate them.
Afterward, she laughed arrogantly. "Lowly peacock, you brought this fate upon yourself."