Huo Zhaoxue became the most favored young girl in the general's mansion.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the heads of his father and brother hanging at the city gate, and the bones of three hundred people were still cold. The wet nurse knelt on the ground and cried: It was Prime Minister Pei's people who forced me to drug you, so that you could escape this disaster.
The whole city scorned the Huo family as traitors, saying that they had collaborated with the enemy and betrayed the country and deserved to die.
Huo Zhaoxue doesn't cry. She pawned her mother's belongings, bought white cloth and papyrus, and set up a mourning hall at Caishikou. She knelt down wearing linen and mourning.
She did not cry out for injustice, but told every passing person the scars of her father and brother's ten years of guarding the border——
"My eldest brother was stabbed seven times while defending the city, and my father was still patrolling in the snow at the age of sixty. If they are traitors, why do the enemy hate them to the core?"
Some people scolded her for her evil words and deceiving others, some secretly wiped away tears, and some began to send steamed buns and paper money.
Then Pei Yan, the son of the chief minister of the dynasty and the minister of Dali Temple, appeared in front of her late at night and whispered: "The date of the letter of collaboration with the enemy does not match."
Huo Zhaoxue knew that she won this battle.
But what she didn't know was that the man who was supposed to be her enemy would become her most painful weakness on her way to revenge.
Abuse? Cool? She wants them all.
People's hearts are the sword and public opinion is the sword. In this life, she will make the real murderer pay with blood.
