The night my father killed my mother, thunder roared and rain poured.
Ten years later, I stood in court as his illegitimate son.
My former lover, Xiao Heng, stared at me. “The Right Chancellor has no morals at all. He even has a bastard child abandoned in Jiangnan?”
He didn’t know I was the “deceased” maid he had searched for over many years, the one who had once cared for him day and night.
He also didn’t know that the woman he had confessed his love to was the daughter of his enemy, disguised as a man.
It wasn’t until he took a fatal hidden arrow for me that blood soaked through his court robes.
I tore open his robe to stanch the bleeding. Touching the old scar on my chest, he smiled. “I bandaged this wound for you with my own hands.”
“Shen Qingyan, how much longer are you going to pretend to be a man?”
