I am the most pathetic Marchioness in all of the capital.
Marquis Jing’an married me for one reason only: I was honest, kind, and easy to manipulate.
Before our wedding, he told me quite bluntly, without a shred of hesitation:
“As long as you treat my beloved Concubine Bai well once you enter my home, and as long as you don’t get jealous or pick fights with her, I will grant you the dignity and status you deserve.”
For the sake of my family, I had no choice but to marry him.
From then on, whenever Concubine Bai sat, I stood.
When Concubine Bai ate meat, I drank the broth.
Whenever rewards arrived from the palace, Concubine Bai got first pick; I only received whatever she didn’t want.
I thought Marquis Jing’an was satisfied with my performance over the years, yet when I prepared to leave, he blocked the doorway, his hands trembling.
“You are my wife! You aren’t going anywhere!”
Me: “?”
I’m literally making room for your sweetheart!
