The third time my parents came to order me to pay my brother’s gambling debts, I tossed a dagger onto the ground.
“Fine.
One finger for a thousand taels.”
As they had so many times before, they cursed and lunged to beat me.
A guard caught them by the backs of their necks and pinned them to the ground.
I raised an eyebrow.
The guard kindly taught them to kowtow.
“Repeat after me—We greet Her Highness, the noble consort.”