In the embroidery room of the Hou Mansion, Shen Qingwu clutched half of a piece of broken jade. His fingertips just touched the coldness, and his memory was like a knife. Three months ago, she was a farm girl who was transferred, but now she has become a substitute maid for a fake legitimate daughter.
The cold-faced prince, Lu Chenzhou, always opened her door late at night, frowning and asking, "Who are you?" She lowered her eyes to hide the dark light, and ran her fingertips across the jade pendant around his waist, which was a token of engagement when she was young. But after the fire, only Lin Ruoxuan's sweet smile remained in his memory.
The knife of revenge was hanging in her throat, and the fire of her heart was burning in her heart. When she touched the burnt veil for the third time, the truth about twenty years of exchange was revealed. . . . . . It turns out that the most severe abuse is when you fall in love deeply and realize that we should have been husband and wife a long time ago.
