I was an old concubine.
After the old master died, I stayed on at the estate to enjoy a comfortable retirement.
The new mistress was a hopeless weakling.
Her husband’s mistress walked all over her, driving the couple apart and throwing the household into turmoil.
I could bear it no longer.
I decided to give her a hand.
Through tearful eyes, she looked at me doubtfully.
“That woman is terribly cunning, and my husband always takes her side.
What could you possibly…” I gave a smug little smile.
“Don’t underestimate me.
The old master once had a houseful of wives and concubines.
Now I’m the only one left.
Do you know why?”