In the twentieth year after I transmigrated, I was still unmarried.

I had become the famously old spinster of the capital.

As it happened, Pei Xun, the heir to the Marquis of Xuanping, had already come of age and was also unwed.

All because Pei Xun had a beloved concubine of humble birth whom he doted on endlessly.

He feared that if he took a wife, his beloved concubine would be tormented by the mistress of the household.

After his second broken engagement, the Old Madam of the Xuanping Marquis Manor came to my door.

“A man grown should marry, and a woman grown should be wed,” the marchioness said. “You two are a match ordained by heaven.”

I looked at my freshly dyed nails and said nothing.

The marchioness continued, “I know you are unwilling to bear children.”

“My son’s concubine is already pregnant. If you marry into our family, the child can be raised under your name.”

I lifted my head.

Latest Release