After my fiancé, Xie Zhao, left on a long journey, I wrote him two letters asking him to make a decision.
The first was about my stepsister, who wanted my betrothal goose and had been crying and throwing tantrums over it.
The second was about his younger brother, who had taken a fancy to me and was being far too attentive and far too hard to shake off.
Xie Zhao had never liked my meek, timid nature to begin with. He had always wanted to call off this engagement.
So on the very day I sent the second letter, he had an old man bring me a message:
“Since she wants it, just indulge her.
“She’s young and doesn’t know any better. Surely you do?”
W-who was he talking about?
Seeing that I suspected him of delivering the wrong message, the old man lost his temper too.
“From ancient times to now, I’ve heard of giving away a wife, but never of giving away a betrothal goose!
“Besides, Second Young Master Xie is half a month younger than your sister.
“He obviously means for you to marry someone else!”
