[Emotional push and pull] [Forbidden love] [A sweet, beautiful, naive concubine-born young lady]* [A cold, sinister powerful official] [Both are virgins]
Su Mianmian never imagined that the frail, battle-worn beauty Lu Zhiyan, whom she casually rescued by the roadside, would one day become her stepson.
Back then, Lu Zhiyan had been poisoned, covered in wounds, mute and blind. She brought him home to see a doctor, stripped off his clothes, and felt him up from head to toe.
When she said she wanted to marry Lu Zhiyan, he nodded and agreed. After that, she became even more brazen with him.
Then one day, her father came to take her home so she could marry the dying Duke of Zhenguo and bring him good fortune. Afraid her father would beat Lu Zhiyan to death, she spent one last night sleeping beside him, left him a note, and departed at dawn.
After marrying into the Duke of Zhenguo's household, she did her best to avoid Lu Zhiyan and limit their contact.
She breathed a sigh of relief. At least he hadn't recognized her.
Just when Su Mianmian thought all was calm, Lu Zhiyan pinned her against a wall, his eyes reddening at the corners. “Su Mianmian, why are you avoiding me? Didn't you say you wanted to marry me?”
But she was his stepmother. Their relationship went against all propriety.
Su Mianmian volunteered to guard the Duke of Zhenguo's tomb. When she arrived at the manor, Lu Zhiyan was already waiting there.
Su Mianmian said, “Are you stupid? We agreed to go our separate ways...”
Lu Zhiyan tightened his grip on her wrist. “We are going our separate ways. The road under our feet doesn't belong to you. If you can walk it, why can't I?”
The truth couldn't stay hidden forever. Rumors spread throughout Chang'an that a concubine-born stepmother in the Lu family had seduced her stepson, Lu Zhiyan.
In court, before the emperor and all the officials, Lu Zhiyan, commander of the Inspectorate, said with an impassive expression, “She did not seduce me. I was the one who repeatedly tried to seduce her!”
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