>The night my father killed my mother, there was a thunderstorm.
>Ten years later, I stood in court as his illegitimate son.
>My former lover Xiao Heng stared at me: "The right prime minister's personal morals are so corrupt that there are some scoundrels living in the south of the Yangtze River?"
>He doesn't know that I am the "deceased" maid he has been looking for for many years and who once took care of him personally.
>Little did he know that the person he was confessing to was the daughter of his enemy who was disguised as a man.
>Until he blocked the deadly arrow for me and his blood soaked the court uniform.
>I tore open my clothes to stop the bleeding, and he stroked the old scar on my chest and chuckled: "I bandaged this scar for you with my own hands."
>"Shen Qingyan, how long are you going to pretend to be a man?"
