Fallen Nobility
Lady Shiliu
When Wei Zhao married me as his lawful wife, all of Shangjing City laughed.
The once-proud Eldest Young Master of the Wei Family had fallen so low that even a phoenix in decline was no better than a chicken.
In the end, he had only managed to marry a maid who tended the fires and cooked the meals.
Later, when Wei Zhao achieved fame and success, noble ladies from aristocratic families who wished to marry him were too many to count.
So I made an appointment with a well-known matchmaker in the capital, intending to take in two honored concubines for him.
But just as I was about to leave, Wei Zhao, who should have been handling affairs in Yangzhou, blocked me at the front gate.
Travel-worn and furious, he was trembling all over. “Try stepping out of this gate today. I dare you.”
