Enslaved for Ten Years, She Was Cast Aside Before Anyone Learned She Was the Daughter of a Heroic Family

In her previous life, Fu Liu was the dowry maid of the eldest prince’s consort. Born into a lowly family, she was someone anyone could bully. But Xiao Chengjing was different. He bent down to her, personally teaching her to read and write, as well as the rules of etiquette. The man was like the moon in the heavens, while she was nothing but mud on the ground. Fu Liu never dared to yearn for someone who could never be hers. Yet he pursued her at every turn, telling her she was different, that she shouldn’t be confined to the inner quarters. She ought to ride out with him and climb to greater heights. He spoke with such conviction that Fu Liu believed him, willingly becoming a blood bank for the eldest prince’s consort. As her blood ran dry and she lay dying, she gazed at the man with hope. But the man who had promised to grow old with her was holding another woman around the waist, his face full of concern as he looked at her. “Yun’er, are you all right?” His eyes were cold. From beginning to end, he never spared Fu Liu a glance. His so-called devotion had been nothing but a dream. When Fu Liu opened her eyes again, she was back at the scene where her blood was being drawn. The man asked her with a beaming smile, “Fu Liu, do you have any wishes? I, your prince, will make them come true.” Fu Liu prostrated herself on the ground, her voice resolute. “This servant wishes to leave the eldest prince’s residence.” # Fu Liu saw Xiao Chengjing again at her wedding. A grand bridal procession stretched for miles, and she wore a phoenix crown and embroidered wedding robes. Fu Liu sat upright in the bridal sedan, dressed in splendid finery. The once-arrogant eldest prince knelt in the middle of the street before everyone. His eyes were bloodshot. “Zhaozhao... I was wrong... Please, look at me one more time...” The young marquis reined in his horse and blocked the sedan. His black robes billowed as he spoke, every word cutting deep: “When you carved her flesh and blood from her and took her life, did you ever think this day would come? You have no right to look at my wife, let alone beg her!”