Sheng Ning became the orphan girl of the Sheng family.
The white streamer in the mourning hall had not yet been removed, but her uncle from the eighth room was already holding the forged deed and forcing her to sign it; at the corner of the corridor, her aunt was pushing her pockmarked cousin into her boudoir.
"The bloodline of the Sheng family must not be cut off!" When the third clan elder broke the tea cup and roared, Sheng Ning finally compromised and borrowed the seed to have a son.
Xie Jiangshi, the leader of the Chamber of Commerce, stroked the hosta in her hair: "Marry me, and tomorrow the whole Jiangnan will call you Mrs. Xie, and I will help you solve all your troubles."
The Hu merchant from the Western Regions peeled off the golden grapes and fed them to her lips: "Come back to the Western Regions with me, and our children can inherit ten camel teams and twenty oases."
But she finally opened the shabby curtain of the thatched cottage on the outskirts of the city, and smiled sweetly at the pale scholar in the wheelchair: "Young Master, I am happy with you."
Three months later, Sheng Ning laughed happily when she heard the doctor say the word "happy pulse".
She specially chose a lame and helpless poor scholar and threw him out of Jiangnan overnight.
Little did he know that at this moment, the secret guard of the East Palace was kneeling on the shore holding the prince's uniform: "Your Highness, it's time to return to the palace to close the net."
There was even more sound, and the crippled and sick young man who was once as gentle as jade stepped on the moonlight in the room and opened her trembling clothes.
"Would you rather leave your father to have a son?" There was an undercurrent in the man's eyes that was more terrifying than the bloody battle between the Cao Gang. "Now, I want to borrow your belly to give birth to the emperor's eldest grandson."
Sheng Ning was about to cry but had no tears, so she begged to be let go.
