I was a peasant woman whose child had died. At night, my breasts would swell until the pain was unbearable, but I was afraid my husband and mother-in-law would scold me, so I could only go out to the ridges between the fields alone to relieve myself.
I never expected to come across a man lying gravely wounded by the roadside.
He kept rasping, “Thirsty… so thirsty…”
I couldn’t help myself, so I let him have a mouthful of milk.
Later, I went to the General’s Mansion to serve as the Young Master’s wet nurse.
The Young Master was naughty and refused to drink.
I glanced at the Young General beside me and teased him.
“Young Master, if you still won’t drink, I’ll give it to your elder brother instead.”
That night, in a daze, I heard the Young General talking to the Young Master.
“Little ancestor, are you drinking or not? At least make a sound!”
