Even the daughter of a guilty minister dirtying the door of my Zhan Mansion as a concubine!
Zhan Heming looked at me with contempt.
But he was once the young man who knelt down and begged me to be my wife.
On the night of the wedding, Zhan Heming was drunk and hugged me.
He murmured, Pearl, Pearl...
My name is not Mingzhu.
I looked down at him. Zhan Heming was so drunk that the bed collapsed in his red robe.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
