In order to save money and escape, Sang Luo disguised himself as an unmarried orphan and worked as a maid in the Hou Mansion. During the day, he was a sweet-mouthed, hard-hearted, money-chasing, money-loving man, but at night he had to sneak out of the city to feed his half-year-old son Sui Sui, who was hiding in a ruined temple.
She thought her performance was flawless until that night when the young master was sick and refused to eat. Her corset burst apart and the fragrance of milk overflowed.
He Wang, the madly criticizing regent who held all the power in the government, opened the curtain and came in. He put one knee on the edge of the couch and brushed the corner of her lips with his thumb: "I seem to have smelled this smell somewhere before."
Sang Luo was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he wanted to pack up his gold and silver and run away overnight.
But as soon as he turned around——
The unruly prince He Chiye pressed her against the rockery: "Do you have the marks of a man on your body? Do you want me to kill him for you, or get him back for you?"
The sinister doctor Wen Zheliu played with the silver needle and chuckled: "If Lord Marquis knew that you had a bastard, would he kill you first or marry you first?"
The paranoid secret guard unsheathed his long sword and stood in front of her: "Her life is mine, whoever touches it will die!"
Just when Sang Luo was forced to retreat step by step, the birthmark on his son's wrist was accidentally exposed.
With mad fire burning in his eyes, the regent grabbed her waist and pushed her into his arms: "Is this child my king's?"
But Sang Luo hooked his neck with his backhand and smiled heartlessly: "Your Highness, you might as well guess how many people in this house want to be his father?"
