Groomed for 18 Years to Be a Mistress

I was the most valued heir in my family.

My parents were extremely strict in raising me.

At two years old, I had just learned to walk when they made me practice my posture on a balance beam until my feet were swollen, red, and bleeding.

At three, I practiced piano from dawn to dusk.

Miss a single note and they wouldn't give me food.

All year round, I had to wear black long sleeves and long pants.

Every night, I had to bathe in milk heated to 140 degrees Fahrenheit.

My meals were always boiled vegetables and chicken breast.

Even the length of my hair had to be precisely calculated.