Bad for Husbands? My Mother's Deceased Husbands Disagree

My mother is the unluckiest woman in the capital.

She marries one man, and he dies.

She has been married three times, and all three husbands died.

The whole city says she's a jinx, doomed to bring death to her husbands and children, with no family to rely on.

No one dares marry her.

Until the fourth man appears.

He is the top scholar of the imperial examinations, gentle as jade and every inch a gentleman.

He says, "Jinyao, I'm not afraid of fate. I'm only afraid I'll miss the chance to be with you in this life."

My mother was so moved she cried for three days and three nights, and finally agreed to marry him.

The night before the wedding, I was born.

Three souls burst out of me.

The first, a refined and courteous man, sighed at me:

"Daughter, tell your mother I was poisoned to death."

The second, broad and burly, paced frantically around the delivery room:

"The man your mother is marrying tomorrow is the one who killed us!"

The third was covered in blood, with a ring of purple bruises around his neck. His voice trembled:

"Daughter... He's going to attack your mother tonight. Hurry."