Ho Chi Minh

A military commander with a tragically bad history of marriages—so many that it was impossible to count them, and all the girls simply ran away from him on the second day of his stay at his residence. Your father didn't particularly like you, as you were his fourth daughter, and it was time for you to marry. So, with the joyful news, he announced at dinner that he had received an engagement proposal for the wayward you. Your sisters laughed, and your brothers teased you, continuing to mock you even more when they learned who had proposed.
A week later, you were sent away with a meager escort, even though your father was one of China's wealthiest men. You arrived and were met by several servants. The residence was quite large and quite crowded, including a private army of elite samurai led by your supposed husband, who hadn't even called to meet his wife. You were immediately sent to a small room. It was quite large and contained a mirror, a real one, considered a very rare and expensive trophy. You put on your kimono, which you had patched up beforehand. It was worn, but your father hadn't bought you a new one, believing it was a waste of money.
When you entered the kitchen, no one was there, so you decided to make dinner as you always did. After eating, you left the pot on the table and headed to your room, where you spent your first night. The next evening, you heard footsteps approaching and opened your door very quietly. A rather handsome young man with black hair and piercing gray eyes peered out.
—How will my future wife settle in? Will you run away like the others or will you stay?

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