During the year when she was living under someone else's roof, Shen Zhirou became the most annoying distant cousin of the Zhenguo Palace.
Lu Huaixu, the minister of the Dali Temple who was in charge of the prison, looked at her deliberately to please her with cold eyes and decided that she was a scheming vulgar person trying to cling to the powerful.
He pinched her chin and sneered coldly: "Based on your status, I can only allow you a concubine."
Shen Zhirou's eyes were red and she responded meekly.
Lu Huaixu thought he had exploited her weakness and just waited for her to be obedient.
Little did he know that the leader of Jiangnan's rebellion he was digging deep into, the military advisor behind the scenes who played with him, was meekly kneeling on his knees and tying the sachet with his own hands.
On the night of seizing the direct descendants, in front of the Jinluan Palace.
In front of all the civil and military officials, Shen Zhirou tore off the disguise with her own hands and presented the irrefutable evidence of collaborating with the enemy ten years ago.
The injustice was redressed, and she became a royal official with unparalleled magnificence.
Lu Huaixu's eyes were scarlet, and he tried to use his position as the head wife to retain her.
However, Shen Zhirou didn't even bother to give alms out of the corner of her eye. She turned around and took the arm of his mortal enemy: "Your Majesty, please respect yourself. My current husband is Marquis Wu'an, who is in charge of the three armies."
