The ginkgo leaves in the Hou Mansion fell five times, and I finally waited until Gu Zhaoyuan returned with the snowstorm from Northern Xinjiang.
When he rode out of Beijing five years ago, he said, "When I conquer the northern border, I will come back to support you for the rest of my life."
But in the past five years, the old lady transferred my dowry to Liu Rumei, saying, "What do you want to do with so much money for a bellyless wife?" Liu Rumei went even further and smuggled my dowry silk and satin to the Jiaofang Department, and even pretended to hand over anti-fetal medicine: "Sister, if my baby is a boy, I will adopt it to you."
She didn't know that I had replaced the accounting room of Wanxiang House with the old Su Mansion office; the secret letters of her private meeting with Wang Fu in the stable were sealed by Chuntao on the beams of the house with beeswax; even the "pregnancy medicine" she drank every month, I had the drugstore replace it with sterilization powder in the fifth year.
The moment Gu Zhaoyuan opened the door curtain, I was holding the adultery letter between Liu Rumei and Wang Fu.
The scar on the left side of his face was as tight as a knife. When it swept across Liu Rumei's bulging "pregnancy belly," he suddenly sneered: "Call Po Wen in."
The old lady's teacup clattered to the ground.
When Po Wen lifted up the hem of Liu Rumei's skirt, everyone in the room heard her screaming - Where is the fetus?
It's just stuffed with a cotton bag.
Gu Zhaoyuan protected me behind him, and his voice was colder than the snow in northern Xinjiang: "It's time to clear up the rules in the Hou Mansion."
It's been five years, and it's time for those who stepped on my head to have a taste of being stepped on...
