When Jiang Luoning stepped into Cui Mansion holding the mandarin duck Xipa, the whole city laughed and sighed that she was a substitute after all.
In the farce of a civet cat replacing a prince three years ago, the real phoenix learned how to cut pigweed in the mud, but now he has to take charge of the middle school for the fake daughter on the sickbed.
The Cui family's mistress stood in the green smoke of the ancestral hall, her emerald armor tapping the family tree and sneering: "When Yun Wei recovers from his illness, you should go back to the countryside to learn the meaning of advancement and retreat."
On the wedding night when the red candles were burned out, she looked at the empty cup, but she touched the secret letter that had fallen from her husband's sleeve - it was actually a poem and note from Jiang Yunwei's affair with the imperial doctor when she was still on the sickbed.
The iron horse under the eaves smashed into the moonlight, and Jiang Luoning suddenly remembered that she had greeted Mrs. Cui yesterday, and that the bowl of Bizi soup that was specially rewarded was still simmering in the small kitchen.
She put the incriminating evidence stained with ink into the charcoal basin, and the flames bloomed in her pupils with a sharpness that a canary should not have. Now that she is in the game, the chess player has the final say.
It's so frustrating to watch
Looks good!