I was the poor relation living under the Marquis of Ning’an’s roof.
When the marchioness saw my flawless complexion and natural beauty, she decided I should become her eldest son’s honored concubine.
My cousin, the heir, refused.
“With her background and her looks, if I took her in, what position would that leave my future wife in?”
Oh, what an exceptionally decent man. A pity he wasn’t meant for me.
So I put the thought aside and sensibly found another path for myself.
But just before my wedding, my cousin seized me and refused to let go. His eyes were bloodshot as he trembled. “You can’t marry him! I won’t allow it!”
“…”
The betrothal gifts had already arrived, and my dowry list was finished.
Who did he think he was, telling me not to marry now?