Ever since I was little, I had been slow and lacking in wit, while Elder Sister was extraordinarily gifted.
At a poetry gathering held at Marquis Manor, she was afraid I would embarrass myself, so in private, she composed a poem for me.
None of us expected that the true purpose of the gathering was to choose a wife for the Second Young Master of Marquis Manor. And the poem she wrote for me was the very one that caught the Second Young Master’s eye.
Later, I married into Marquis Manor.
After the wedding, Pei You discovered just how dull and ignorant I truly was.
Only then did he realize I was not the person who had written that poem that day.
Pei You resented me, blamed me, despised me.
He said his wife should not be someone like me, a woman with nothing but a pretty face and not a drop of learning inside her.
Whenever we were intimate, he would lean close to my ear and mock me, saying I had none of the dignified bearing of a proper main wife, only a body full of vixenish allure that was of some small use in bed.
I was terrified.
So when I returned to the day of that poetry gathering, I stopped Elder Sister before she could write a poem for me. My voice trembled as I said,
“Thank you, Elder Sister, but there is no need.”
