In her previous life, Yixiu was an empress. Born a concubine’s daughter, she lost her rightful place as first wife to her elder sister, her hopes to the emperor, and her son, who died in her arms. She spent her whole life fighting, only to end up confined to the cold palace. Gazing through the window at a tiny patch of sky, she thought: If there is another life, I won’t fight for anything again.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become Wang Ruofu, Sheng Hong’s principal wife.
Born the legitimate daughter, surrounded by children, and respected by her husband. She had never dared dream of a life like this in her previous existence. Yixiu brought the memories of both lives together and made a decision: this time, she would not fight. She would put her energy into raising her children, one by one. As for the twists and turns of the inner household, she had seen more than enough in her previous life. Not fighting didn’t mean she didn’t know how. She simply couldn’t be bothered.
Later, someone asked her how every child in the Sheng household had turned out so well. Yixiu thought for a moment and said, “Maybe they all know that no matter how hard they fall, there’s someone at home waiting for them to come back.”
This is a story about a mother watching her children grow up, leave home, and build good lives of their own. There are no villains to fight and no earth-shattering conspiracies. Just daily meals, the turning of the seasons and festivals, and a courtyard full of glowing lamps.
