On the Day of Our Separation, I Sent Three Reminder Books to the Hou Mansion.

On the night when Lu Chengyuan returned from the title of Marquis, all the guests in the hall were waiting for Shen Zhiwei's nod - to give up her position as the head wife and become the concubine of the Lord of Jianing County. In her last life, she nodded. Two years later, she knelt in court wearing heavy shackles. The evidence of embezzlement of military rations covered her private label, and the person who testified against her was her husband, whom she had supported for six years with her dowry. Before the poisonous wine entered his throat, the jailer said: "The Shen family's third account must not be kept." When she opened her eyes again, she was back at the celebration party. This time, Shen Zhiwei didn't cry or argue. She took off the key to the house and said only two sentences: "Heli." "Pay back what you owe me." The Lu family all thought she was just angry. It wasn't until the grain truck stopped running and the bank closed its accounts that they discovered that few of the wealthy people in this prince's mansion were actually named Lu. But when Shen Zhiwei opened her mother's relic box, there was only an ink mark inside. Someone took the Shen family's third account first. Then, the cold-faced Dali Temple Secretary came to the door with two military ration coupons. Gu Xuance put the food coupons in front of her: "Dr. Shen, your name is also in this account."