On the spring night of the 23rd year of Yongchang, Liu Mansion in the south of the Yangtze River was surrounded by a sea of glazed lanterns.
Liu Qingyuan drowned at the bottom of the lake to save his sweetheart Shen Wanrong who fell into the water.
Open your eyes again——
He is Lin Zhaodi, a baby girl who was scolded by her father as a "loser" when she was born.
Five taels of silver and two bolts of coarse cloth were the price his mother's family had marked for him.
At the age of sixteen, he was forced to marry a poor scholar.
On the wedding night, there were no red candles and no wine.
The man turned his back to him and fell asleep, saying: "I will have a son next year."
From then on, he used this woman's body——
Picking excrement, being beaten, having a miscarriage, kneeling in the snow to wash the bloody mattress.
His mother-in-law called him a scumbag, and his husband thought he was unlucky. His daughter's name was "Pan'er"—Pan meant a younger brother.
He endured it for twelve years.
Until that Mid-Autumn Festival night, the Liu family sent twenty taels of silver to buy his eleven-year-old daughter to a fool to fill a house.
That night, he got all the guests drunk.
Holding her daughter's hand, she walked into the darkness without looking back.
——
Some people say that the useless daughter-in-law of the Chen family is crazy.
But only he himself knows——
Liu Qingyuan died on that spring night when he fell into the water twenty-eight years ago.
And Lin Zhaodi, from now on, is truly alive.
——
In his previous life, he died for his beauty, but in this life, he became a devil for his daughter.
This time, his life is his, and the knife is in his own hand.
