The MC forgot the plot

一 THIRTY-ONE 一

三十一 Consumed with revenge

Into the inner yard where the legal wife resides with the head of the household, eyes squared back to the miserable hatred filled eyes crying out for them.

"No! I don't allow it! Never!"

Her cries pierced through the sky, fury burned her heart as her deep moon-shaped injured palm bled once more. The floor was heated but her heart was cold, there was nothing left for her but to cry out her injustice.

"Father... please" she begs lowly, mournful cries at the back of her throat. "Don't do this... I'm your legal daughter, the granddaughter of the Sima Clan and your first daughter!"

"Enough!"

His voice thunderous, there was a threat lurking under his solemn brows; the warning that was heard from his daughter's words angered him.

"Mother... I'll be good! I'll be the perfect wife and daughter! Mother please!"

It was the first time that she cried to her mother after realizing that her mother, the one that was supposed to love her unconditionally, was disappointed and regretful upon seeing her.

Plain.

Tyrannical.

Undeserving.

It was the first pleading after hundreds of pleading the first time she got her hands got hit by a cane for being unladylike. The first year of her growing out of her childhood innocence and realizing that she only has her clan to back her up and also destroy her.

"A woman must listen to her father! Enough of this, your father has decided to marry you off to one of the clan's officials. He is your distant cousin-"

"I won't marry! I only want Master He! It was that vixen-"

"Come! Get the old servants here and place the first miss to the temple! Have someone teach her decency!" He flung his robes out, ignoring the hateful and bitter expression from his legal wife.

No matter how much Meng Jia Min jerks her hands off towards the old female servants she has no chance to get away from their iron grip, one that has been well seasoned after being old servants.

"Mother! Father! Please!"

The last cry.

The last pleading.

A last memory of the old Meng Jia Min.

...

The news of the first miss of the Meng clan being sent to a temple to recuperate spread like wildfires, although not too much that it was everyone's topic it still made a splash in the commoner's boring life.

The exchange of betrothal gifts has already started which fully established that the marriage is beginning to take mold. Along with that is a monk from the famous temple in the capital was invited to set the date and the ceremony itself.

Meng Jia Yue was settled to marry in the month where spring starts and has already been enclosed in her years to sew on her wedding dress. Concubine Chu was also seen close to her daughter's yard as she taught her how to manage the household, the expenses and the rules of every estate. How to be close to your inlaws without being seen as currying favor, how to hold onto your man.

"Remember, only trust yourself, never give your heart to a man for they will break it"

Meng Jia Yue looked at her mother's eyes, there was a wisp of snow white hair hidden on her mother's immaculate coil and braids.