The night I married into the Cheng family, my husband was killed.
The murderer is in this old house.
My mother-in-law asked me to be a widow, my brother-in-law asked me to remarry, and the accountant told me to run away.
And I just want to ask one question:
Why are you eleven secretly protecting me?
Later I found out that what was printed on his marriage certificate was not a fingerprint, but a blood seal.
And throughout my life, I have been the heir of this blood seal.
