[Historical Romance + Household Intrigue + Mutual Devotion + Childhood Friends + Hidden Identity + Prince Dotes on His Wife + Household Intrigue in the First Half, Childhood Friend Pursues Love in the Second]
When a farmer’s daughter married into a marquis’s household, everyone thought she had married above her station. But they didn’t know the marquis’s household was all appearance and no substance, nothing but an empty shell.
Her husband left for the border on their wedding night and didn’t return for eight years.
She worked openly to support the entire household, enduring endless ridicule.
After waiting for years, she learned that her husband was living in harmony with another woman, and they even had two children together.
Worse, he had petitioned the emperor to make her a co-wife.
Jiang He decided to take the money that belonged to her and leave. What? The marquis’s household wanted to keep it all for themselves?
Fine. Let’s see if you can stomach it without choking.
Ye Heng thought Jiang He was just a farmer’s daughter who had become a cast-off wife and would struggle to get by. But after leaving the marquis’s household, she transformed into the long-lost legitimate granddaughter of Grand Tutor Jiang, a renowned teacher with students all over the realm.
Noble families rushed to seek her hand in marriage, and even the empress’s son wanted a chance with her.
The whole capital was in an uproar, and Ye Heng regretted it so much he could have kicked himself.
After Jiang He left, the marquis’s household fell into chaos. The old madam ran short of medicine, and no one had money to pay for food or clothes for the household.
Ye Heng: “...Where did the household get its money all these years?”
“Of course Jiang He was the one subsidizing it,” his mother snapped, heartbroken.
Where else could you find a daughter-in-law who was beautiful, capable, able to support her husband’s entire family, and descended from a distinguished family?
Ye Heng knelt outside the Jiang residence and begged, “He’er, come back. I regret everything.”
The woman on the steps stood with effortless grace, her expression cool. “You regret it. What does that have to do with me?”
