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According to tradition, the crown prince is expected to spend the first three days after the wedding exclusively with his official wife before meeting with the other wives. Entering the crown prince's mansion felt surreal, a dream I had hoped would never come true. Yet, with no turning back, I faced the reality that turning away now would only bring disgrace or worse.
Every morning, we were required to greet the official wife before starting our daily activities. This ritual was more than a formality; it was a stage for competition among the crown princess and the concubines, each vying for the crown prince's favor. This time was also used for subtle insults and maneuvering, adding layers of intrigue and conflict.
I chose to excuse myself from these daily greetings by claiming illness—my dark skin often being cited as a plausible reason. This allowed me to avoid getting entangled in the palace drama, preserving my peace.
In the mansion, I did not receive any special attention from the prince or anyone else, apart from my parents. I didn't engage in the usual power plays for the prince's favor, which contributed to my tranquility.
The mansion was large, and each wife had her own quarter. The official wife's quarter was grand, while the concubines shared smaller quarters. My own quarter was spacious but solitary, reflecting my status as a secondary wife.
I spent my days maintaining my quarter, tending to flowers, practicing embroidery, writing poetry, and playing instruments—activities chosen based on my mood. My quarters had fewer servants compared to others, underscoring my lower status and allowing me to live more independently.
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Black Skin Empress DAIYU
Historical FictionIn an ancient Chinese dynasty where fair skin is the norm, DAIYU is born with the skin of the Earth a dark complexion that is as mysterious as it is rare. Her existence defies the natural order, making her an outcast in her own homeland. As whispers...
