Chapter 1 — Mother wants me to share my husband with you, so I won't marry anymore

My mother is the main wife and has always been the person who values fairness the most. Whatever I have, she will prepare an identical part for sister Tong Dao. Whether it was the time he invited Mr. to come to the palace to teach, or the number of servants allowed to command in the palace, there was not even the slightest difference. Over the past ten years, notebooks symbolizing that "a bowl of water must be placed evenly" have been written in thick stacks. It wasn't until I made an engagement agreement with the General's palace that my mother asked Tong Dao to marry me as Binh's wife, saying that this would be fair. On the day of marriage, my mother looked at me and smiled gently:

"Yen Nhi, you are a daughter, you must know how to accommodate your younger sister. Face and glory, you two sisters must also share equally and shoulder the burden."

Later, my sister and I were pregnant and gave birth at the same time, but she took all the midwives and doctors to guard Tong Dao's room. As for me, I gave birth in the heaven room to a dead fetus. My body was also completely damaged. Within a few years, I became depressed and became ill and passed away. Reliving that day again, Tong Dao and I stood side by side in front of the hall waiting for an answer. Facing her familiar gentle eyes, I gently withdrew my hand:

“Mother, I won't get married anymore.

Such a good relationship, let me enjoy it alone.” The bride price of the General's palace was carried into the yard, chest by chest, with crimson-painted chests filling the entire main hall. Mother sat in the chair, right in front of the hall full of servants, tearing the bride price list into two parts. Give one part to me, one part to Tong Dao. Not too much, not too little, no bias, just like all these years. Tong Dao happily accepted it, held the list in her hand, flipped it over and over, then secretly tilted her head to compare it with mine. It was not until she confirmed that the number of items recorded above was not wrong in the slightest that she pursed her lips and smiled with satisfaction. I don't accept it. Mom held up the other half of the list, her arm stiffening in mid-air: "Miss Yen, this is the list of bride gifts sent by the General's mansion, can you take a look?" I looked at that red piece of paper torn in half, with traces still left on the edges of the paper that my mother had cut herself, and suddenly felt a bit funny. In my previous life, I also received the same thing. Holding that half of the bride price list in her hand, she was still looking for reasons to justify it for her mother, thinking that she was just being too fair and didn't want to make her younger sister uncomfortable. We later learned that this fair part was a joke from the beginning. I am the daughter-in-law, married to little general Bui Ngon of the Bui family to be Young Lady. Tong Dao got married on the same day as me, using the Binh wife ceremony to enter the door and become Mrs. Dao. The whole capital is waiting to see my joke, a righteous woman has to share a husband with a concubine. But at that time, I still foolishly believed my mother's words, believed what she said, honor and glory, everything must be divided equally with Tong Dao. Give my share to her. Tong Dao's biological mother was a dowry maid that she brought with her from her mother's house. When she gave birth, she had difficulty giving birth and died. Since childhood, Tong Dao was raised under a mother's pillow As a child, I grew up drinking my mother's milk. Compared to my daughter, who was not picked up from my grandmother's hospital until she was eight years old, she is more like her mother's biological child. I have known this since I was a child, and have never complained about anything because of it. I just think that fate is a bit thin, motherly love must gradually build up. Only later do we understand that some things are not due to thin fate, but are inherently non-existent from the beginning. My mother specially made a notebook, no matter how big or small, she recorded everything in it. I got a seven pieces of Shu brocade, and Tong Dao got one. I got a set of pearl jewelry, Tong Dao must have one too. Even for the breakfast I brought with me when I went out to ride the bar, there were a few pieces of cinnamon flower cake in my food box, and there must have been that many pieces in Tong Dao's food box.