Após cortar os cabelos e romper com a família, todos perceberam que jamais perdoarei.
Jiang Zhinian foi uma dama nobre criada com esmero por uma grande família aristocrática, versada em todas as artes e com métodos refinados. No entanto, no dia em que completou quinze anos, descobriu q
On the day Jiang Zhinen died, the true daughter of the Jiang family, Jiang Ruozhen, was married in magnificent splendor to her groom.
The Jiang residence was ablaze with lanterns and festooned with red silk. Yet her mother’s eyes brimmed with loathing as she blocked her at the threshold. “Jiang Zhinen! You shamelessly lay with an outsider! You nearly brought ruin to our entire clan—how dare you show your face at the Jiang household!”
Jiang Zhinen’s hair was in wild disarray, and she shook her head desperately. Her lips, frozen and trembling, uttered a frail, plaintive sound, like that of a wronged kitten: “Mother, I didn’t... I truly didn’t...”
But as she spoke, her voice grew weaker and weaker.
Perhaps Jiang Zhinen understood that the woman standing before her was no longer the mother who once taught her to comb her hair, cooked congee for her, cradled her to sleep—she was now only Jiang Ruozhen’s mother.
As for Jiang Zhinen herself—once the envy of all as the Crown Princess designate, she was now nothing more than a beggar, easily bullied by anyone.
A few days prior, Jiang Zhinen had fainted during a small banquet at the Princess Royal’s manor. When she awoke, she found herself disheveled and half-dressed in an inner chamber.
The Empress, upon learning of this, flew into a rage. The crime warranted execution of her entire clan, but since no man could be found at the banquet with whom she had supposedly sinned, and to protect the royal family’s reputation, the matter was kept secret and Jiang Zhinen was quietly dealt with.