At twenty-five, the eldest son of the Cui family lived a life of such restraint and purity that he still had no intention of taking a wife.
Madam Cui could wait no longer.
With tears, tantrums, and threats to hang herself, she forced Cui Lanzhang to choose a bride.
At his wits’ end, Cui Lanzhang pointed at me at random.
And just like that, I landed myself one very eligible catch.
Later, I asked Cui Lanzhang why he had chosen me.
After thinking for a moment, he said, “That day, when you saw me, your cheeks were flushed and your eyes were hazy.
I assumed you must have liked me.”
I spent the entire night debating whether to tell him the truth.
My cheeks had been red because I had put on too much rouge, and my eyes had been hazy because I had stayed up reading storybooks the night before and was exhausted the next day.
