After Mother Forced Me Into the Marriage, She Went Mad With Regret

My mother was the most virtuous second wife in all the royal capital. When my younger brother went too far and cracked open the head of the chief minister's little granddaughter, my father wanted to punish him. My mother stopped him. "An elder brother stands in a father's place. If Howard did wrong, it's because his older brother set no proper example." She had my outer robe stripped off and forced me out to kneel and beg forgiveness, bearing thorns on my back. I knelt before the chief minister's gate for three full days before they finally relented and agreed not to pursue the matter against my brother.