Jiang Wanqing’s face looks remarkably like the chief minister’s beloved.
The governor of the Western Depot, Feng Ning, rescues her and looks down at her haughtily. “If you want to live, then go into the Duke’s residence and spy for me.”
Zhang Ruiyuan, chief minister of the Duke’s residence, laughs in disbelief. “You’re dim-witted and clueless. Just be a good substitute and entertain me.”
Seeing a courtyard full of women with the same face, Jiang Wanqing grits her teeth. Be a sacrificial pawn? Not a chance! I’m getting out of here.
But no sooner does she run than the army of men chasing after their wife goes on a rampage!
Zhang Ruiyuan blocks her in an alley amid scattered petals, a broken sob escaping his throat. “Qing’er, stop hiding. I regret it...”
Feng Ning kneels, eyes red. “The seal of my office is yours, and so am I.”
Jiang Wanqing grabs a sledgehammer and swings it hard at them both. “You treated me like dirt back then. Why pretend to be so devoted now? Get lost, all of you!”
But unbeknownst to her, someone has already come to see her as the one and only salvation and light of his life.
