When Yu Zhi was twenty-three, she endured the humiliation of becoming Wei Pingxi’s concubine to treat her mother’s illness.

The Wei family of Lingnan Prefecture was a prominent house with an iron clad warrant (referring to a historical imperial document granting special privileges). The unfavored, odd tempered Fourth Miss Wei brought back a delicate, timidly beautiful woman from one of her outings.

The woman, Yu Zhi, possessed a naturally exquisite figure, her frame was tender and fresh, she was delicate and frail, with shoulders like they were carved and a waist as slender as a willow branch.

Initially, Wei Pingxi treated her as nothing more than a plaything.

But she had never met anyone like Yu Zhi. Innately sensitive and emotional, she wept frequently so much so that she would clutch her handkerchief and cry for half the night if a dog in the courtyard had a difficult labor and died.

The cruel Fourth Miss did not use gentle words to console her, instead she tormented the concubine kept in the back courtyard with various tricks. She wanted to see how much the beauty could endure, hoping she might finally lose her temper, slap her, and call her shameless.

Days and months spun by, and the weeping beauty remained tearful and fragile, unable to withstand any hardship. However, when that lovely voice groaned and softly suppressed its cries close to her ear, Wei Pingxi found she could no longer control her own heart.

The cicadas of summer buzzed relentlessly, sunlight pierced through the broad green leaves, and the sweltering heat was truly annoying. She glanced haughtily at the woman lightly dozing on the soft couch, frowning, her heart full of anxiety. Oh dear, do you actually like me or not!

One-Sentence Summary : Good Zhi Zhi, say you like me.

Moral : Even when trapped in the mud, do not belittle yourself.