"I raised silkworms at the age of five and wove cloth by eight. Up until the age of eighteen, I married. The silver I earned from ten years of hard work was used to build a house, buy twenty acres of land, purchase a cow, and save for two looms. The house, land, and cow, I can't take, nor will I fight for them. But those two looms were supposed to be my dowry, why shouldn't I have them?"
"I'm not convinced in my heart!"
"That's why I filed complaint after complaint, I demand justice."
Lady Zhao's cries resounded from inside the court hall.
Outside the court watching the commotion, most of the women had red eyes, and some, feeling empathy, quietly wept as well.
Isn't it just a grudge that one can't resolve in their heart?
When a woman marries, those who cherish daughters prepare a dowry. Not to mention, the women in Ye County mostly earned plenty of silver from a young age by raising silkworms, spinning silk, and weaving. When marrying, having a rich dowry was only natural.
