Lin Zhiyuan was expelled from the family for twenty years, his surname was taken away, and his identity was humiliated. The night he returned, the rainstorm was like a knife. Shen Wumian knelt in front of the ancestral hall, holding in his hand half of the jade pendant he had left behind. She didn't come to beg for mercy, but to return his life - she was the one who took the blame for him and went to jail. What the Shen family is plotting is not just the family property, but also the blood contract passed down from the Lin family's ancestors. When the candlelight in the ancestral hall was knocked over by a palm, Lin Zhiyuan tore open his clothes and revealed the tattoo on his back: The Lin family's direct descendant, life and death are up to him. Shen Wumian raised his head, his tears had not yet fallen, but his blood had already condensed: "What is your last name, I have the final say." That night, what he took back was not his last name, but the thunder that the entire Shen family did not dare to look directly at.
