I Rely on Heavenly Live Streaming to Slap the Gods' Faces - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

In this life, Fuqi was named Fusang. It was a little better than his last life, at least. At least this time, he had a proper name.

Of course, the daughter of a second-rank official could not be married off casually.

The household picked and chose, weighed one candidate against another, and in the end selected a young and promising great general.

For a while after the wedding, the two of them lived in perfect harmony, and everyone in the capital envied them.

But very soon, the general brought the mistress he had been keeping into the general’s estate.

Ao Zhong watched the Water Mirror without the slightest concern.

He said indifferently, “What man in this world doesn’t have three wives and four concubines? It’s only natural. It won’t interfere with the Heavenly Emperor’s return.”

The immortals all echoed his words.

In the first year, the general brought back his gentle mistress.

In the second year, the general returned from the battlefield with a delicate, fragile woman.

In the third year, there was his lively childhood sweetheart…

In the fourth year, a pair of spoiled sisters…

Ao Zhong clapped his hands and cheered. “This general truly knows how to enjoy life. Why don’t we grant him a divine status and bring him up to ascend?”

I glanced at him without a change in expression.

Young and hot-blooded, Fusang could not endure her husband’s fickleness. She caused a scene, demanding a divorce.

Taking advantage of the general’s absence, she secretly ran back to her second-rank official father’s home.

But no matter how well her family treated her, there was no reason for them to take her in over her husband’s authority.

She stayed at home for only two hours before she was delivered back, bound hand and foot, like a neatly wrapped gift.

She did not understand why.

The cries at court that the general’s achievements had outshone his sovereign never reached her ears. She also did not understand why her own fate was so intimately tied to that promiscuous man.

Her family believed she was not virtuous and gentle enough.

Her husband believed she did not know what was good for her.

Wave after wave of gossip in the city buried her whole.

From that day on, Fusang became a mute who refused to speak.

She shut herself indoors, and just like her mother, became a proper, well-behaved lady of a respectable household.

This was Fusang’s life.

It was also the life of countless noble daughters of this era.

There was no such thing as having the world answer to their every call. There was no such thing as being endlessly cherished and spoiled.

They were like ornaments, symbols of their family’s glory and of powerful alliances.

And if one day they were no longer needed, they would be discarded like worn-out shoes.

On the day Fusang died, the general’s first child was born. It was a girl.

Because she had not been born to the principal wife, she could only be called a concubine-born daughter.

Fusang heard the servants whispering among themselves.

“The general seems to want to adopt this child under Madam’s name.”

“How wonderful! A virtuous woman like Madam is sure to become a good mother!”

“Once she has a child, surely Madam won’t keep thinking about leaving the general.”

“A mother becomes strong for her child. Madam will definitely be a qualified mother.”

It was too terrifying.

In the dozen or so years Fusang had lived, no one had ever taught her how to treat a concubine-born daughter.

Nor had anyone told her how to become a qualified mother.

She herself was still a child.

She was afraid that she would never be qualified, and that she would raise that child into a second version of herself, another girl who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth.

Driven by extreme fear, Fusang jumped into the deep pond within the estate.