Third Miss Liu did not have a very good reputation.
When she was fourteen, she threw a length of white silk over a roof beam and hanged herself, an act that stripped the primary wife of her power to manage the household.
The entire capital whispered that she was far too calculating for such a young age.
When she was seventeen, she sat atop a wall and tossed her silk pouch into the arms of a complete stranger.
Once again, the capital buzzed with rumors, claiming she was conducting a private affair and lacked any sense of shame.
Her father was so livid he was practically hopping mad, threatening to have her drowned in a pond. As soon as this news broke, General He grew anxious.
He was the capital’s most notorious man fated to kill his wife. And he had just accepted Third Miss Liu’s pouch.
