After Five Years of Exile, the Entire Hou Family Was Begging Me for Forgiveness.

Five years ago, my concubine, greedy for wealth, killed Anshun Beizi, the eight-year-old son of King Zhenshan. With my father's protection, all the witnesses were bought and the charges were pinned on me. King Zhenshan broke into the Hou Mansion, tied me to the back of a horse and dragged me for several hundred meters, swearing that I would pay with my blood. My sister, who is a compatriot, surrounded me and tried to persuade me: "Haoran is just confused for a moment. He has been squeamish since he was a child and cannot bear hardships. How can he be exiled to a bitter and cold place like Ninggu Pagoda? You should fight for him." I screamed hoarse and explained it thousands of times, but no one wanted to listen. The next day, I was personally escorted into exile by King Zhenshan, and the entire Bianjing capital came to watch the ceremony. Xie Haoran huddled behind his father and looked at me with a proud smile. Sister stood beside him and patted his back gently to comfort him. Five years later, my younger brother and my fiancée got engaged. Ten miles of red makeup covered all the streets in Bianjing City. Only then did my sister remember me and personally took me home.