Chapter 1

When I was desperately hungry for him, my husband went to his concubine’s room.

My husband had three concubines.

One man could hardly satisfy four women.

Yet my mother-in-law was forever telling me to be generous and take more concubines for him.

If generosity was a virtue, why was it demanded only of women?

I had a thousand things to say, but in the end, they became a single word: “Yes.”

Because silence was golden.

Speaking made you a shrew.

On all those nights when I could only hug my quilt and comfort myself, I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t allowed a concubine.

Then I saved an exceptionally beautiful man.

And I realized I could have a male concubine.

It was a bright, breezy day.

My body felt unbearably empty, with no way to relieve it.

So I went to stay at my country estate for a while.

The crown prince had recently disappeared, leaving everyone on edge, but I didn’t think it had much to do with me.

Until a man came tumbling into my estate.

He was gravely injured, his lips white, barely breathing.

My heart went out to him at once.

I believed he was a gift from heaven.

A breathtaking man I could keep and treasure.

I named him Dadiao—Big Eagle.

There was a physician on the estate. He deftly tended Dadiao’s wounds and hinted that I should pay him to keep quiet.

I gave him a tael of silver.

Dadiao was recovering from his injuries.

Every day, I stared at him and drooled.

To keep people from suspecting anything, I dressed him as a woman and said the people selling him had beaten him like this. I was sheltering him from his pursuers.

During that time, I went back to the house a few times.

My husband paid me the occasional token visit.

I never got my fill.

He really was a weakling. Utterly useless.

Perhaps he sensed my private contempt, because he became even less willing to visit my courtyard.

I grew more bored.

So once Dadiao’s injuries had healed a little, I climbed on top of him…

He looked stunned.

“Miss, isn’t… isn’t this a little too soon?” he stammered.

I gave him a reproachful look. “If it wasn’t for this, why would I have saved you? To do my good deed for the day?”

Then I started chuckling…

He couldn’t resist at all.

Because the physician had told him not to move.

So I moved.

Injured as he was, he was very well endowed. A hundred times better than my weakling of a husband.

Afterward, his wound reopened.

Dark red blood spread across it.

I licked my lips.

I felt terribly guilty.

I urged him to get well soon.

He was a little displeased, but with no choice but to live under someone else’s roof, he agreed.