On the wedding night, the groom changed.
When Shen Lingyue lifted her hijab, she felt something was wrong - the name in the marriage certificate was Pei Zhao, the eldest son, but standing in front of her was a concubine who was covered in wounds and had been imprisoned in the barren courtyard for three years.
"You married the wrong person." "I know. I wasn't here to marry someone in the first place."
She is here to overturn the verdict. Her father, General Shen, lost 30,000 troops at the border, and the report stated "command error." But in her hand she had her father's legacy letter, a cut off food route, and an old man who was forced to change his story - the tip of the knife was all pointing at the seven red lacquer boxes in the Pei family's secret room.
So spinach and strawberries were planted ridge after ridge in the deserted yard. The keys to the secret room are complete one by one. The taciturn man wrote a case under the lamp every night, digging out the truth about his father's death from the word "suicide".
On the day of my birthday party, the peach blossoms bloomed. She wanted to overturn this table in front of the whole capital.
"What happens after it's done?" She pushed a land deed over. There are two names written on it - Shen Lingyue and Pei Yan. "I bought a piece of land. It's enough for farming."
