Jiang Zhao has been married to Gu Changgeng for ten years, spending all her generous dowry to pave the way for him, and waiting for his return in honor.
But those who return from the battlefield victorious have a charming and charming wife beside them.
The concubine was jealous and vicious, and the general was ruthless and unjust. The two conspired to frame her as unfaithful, and she was imprisoned and poisoned.
On her deathbed, she vowed that if there was an afterlife, she would make this couple pay the price.
When he opened his eyes again, it happened to be the day when the general and his wife returned to Beijing in triumph.
She suppressed her overwhelming hatred, counted all the wealth in the house, and transferred all of it.
Once her husband was sold and divorced, Jiang Zhao entered the palace, eventually ascended to the throne, and his mother honored the world.
The general who had abandoned her like a pair of worn-out shoes had lost his military power and power. He had been kneeling outside the imperial city gates all year round and begging.
Jiang Zhao leaned on the railing and looked into the distance, with no trace of the old love in his eyes: Back then you abandoned me like a piece of grass, but now that I am living in the middle palace, we are no longer separated by clouds and mud.
