The Betrayed Heiress’s Framed Fate

Prologue

The Women’s Examination was imminent, yet my father and brother ordered my right hand broken.

It was only because the woman they favored in the mansion lacked skill in literature and feared failing the selection would upset her.

Under the blazing sun, cold sweat broke out across my skin.

The “plot point” Mother had described unfolded exactly as she said.

I tried to flee outright, but my former fiancé, who had come to visit, caught hold of me.

“Yaohua, your father and brother are right. A woman’s place is in the inner courtyard, tending to husband and children. Becoming an official and appearing in public—what decency is that?”

Facing the three overbearing men, I smiled.

“What exactly are you so afraid of?”