My mother was a farm girl who couldn’t read a single character, yet she still supported my father all the way until he passed the provincial examination.
On the day my father married the Prime Minister’s legitimate daughter, my mother obediently became his equal wife.
My father thought my mother loved him, which made her easy to control.
My father’s principal wife thought my mother, born and raised in the countryside, could never be a match for her.
And so, beneath their contempt, my mother played the fool while hiding her claws, raising me into someone whose worth was beyond measure.