Concubines
Blossoms Beneath the Snow
When I married into the Shen family, I already knew my husband had one great love.
She was the fisherman’s daughter who had saved him after he was gravely wounded while suppressing bandits.
They had sworn themselves to each other through life and death and privately pledged to marry.
But his mother threatened to take her own life and would only permit the woman to become his concubine.
On the eve of my wedding, Mother wept with worry and asked, “How will our Zhen’er ever live like this?”
How else?
He could play the devoted lover.
I would be the lady of the household.
Shen Yunfeng and I were merely two people traveling the same road toward entirely different ends.
The Prince’s White Moonlight
On our wedding night, the prince was summoned away to the side courtyard by his cousin.
I had already taken off my bridal robes and slept soundly until morning.
After all, neither of us was the heroine.
Why should one supporting villainess make life difficult for another?
