"How can my father-in-law die in the street? A virgin woman should not sell herself."
With a wave of his hand, he took "father" and I back to the Gaomen mansion.
One month later, I found "Father"'s portrait and wanted poster in his study.
It turns out that the old man was an important official in the court and faked his death to escape.
And I was his chosen pawn, and the scapegoat was ready.
I smiled and stroked your young master's frowning eyebrows: "Husband, do we still have to continue singing this play?"
He grabbed my wrist and said, "Sing, but in a different ending, you will be my true wife."
