The day I was kicked out of the Gu family, I knelt in the snow for two hours, no one cared about me.
Xie Chenglan, the young head of the Xie family in the capital, came in person on horseback and asked me in front of everyone: "Are you willing to come with me?"
I thought he was salvation.
Later I realized that I was just a stand-in - that face was very much like his dead Bai Yueguang.
He gave me fine clothes and food, and took good care of me, but he cried in front of the portrait every night. The man in the painting is called A Ji, and his face and eyes are smiling, which is his destiny.
I guarded this tenderness and was cautious, not daring to cross the line.
Until that day, I accidentally opened an old file in his study——
The person who rescued him from the fire was not Aji at all.
It's me.
But he recognized the wrong person.
I looked at the file, and then at the face in the mirror that looked very similar to Ah Ji, and suddenly smiled.
It turns out that from beginning to end, I was the Bai Yueguang.
It's just that he doesn't know.
And I wasn't going to tell him.
After all——
After working as a stand-in for a long time, who still cares about being a stand-in?
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Three years later, the two countries held a peace negotiation banquet.
I was dressed in black clothes, sitting on the enemy's military advisor's seat, looking at him from a distance.
He stared at me, his eyes red, his voice trembling: "A'an..."
I picked up the wine glass and bowed from afar, with a faint smile on my lips:
"Thank you, Mr. Ming. Please call me Mr. Mingyu."
