The Concubine of the Marquis: a Story of the Concubine's Counterattack and Seduction of Power

[The Hou family is as deep as the sea, and the concubine is in control] The green skirt of the maidservant was stained with morning dew. When Shen Zhao lowered his eyes and served tea for his mistress, his knuckles made crescent marks under the tea cup. Who would have thought that this docile maidservant had witnessed the collapse of the family due to internal strife, and hid a colder blade than the Marquis's mansion? The old account books in the darkroom were soaked with blood, the legitimate daughter's poisonous soup was being handed to her bowl, the concubine's schemes were wrapped in candied fruit, and even the cook in the kitchen became a thorn. She swallowed the bitter medicine with a smile and dismantled every trap into chess pieces: the secret recipe of the pharmacy was replaced by a secret line, the loopholes in the accounts revealed the mastermind behind it, and even the look of the sick and weak Marquis coughing blood and flipping through the account books became the key to her game. Pei Yan looked at the little maid in front of the case who was helping him sort out the bad debts in the household department, and rubbed the secret report she handed over with her fingertips - this woman looked as gentle as frost, but her methods were even more ruthless than him. When the murder mystery of his legitimate daughter came back to bite him, and when the conspiracy of the court entangled the Hou Mansion, he suddenly smiled: "Shen Zhao, since you want the power of the Hou Mansion, I will give it to you. But..." He leaned close to her ear, "How should you repay the debt you owe me?" From getting married to taking power, from fighting in the house to going to court, she climbed up by stepping on the hearts of all the people on the ground, and he took care of her under his sick skin. This time, it wasn't the concubine who counterattacked, it was— In the storm of Hou Men, two men with hidden knives joined forces to tear down the curtain of this troubled world.