Jiang Hechuan, the number one son in the capital, was a man of great literary talent and the eldest son of the imperial family. At a young age, he had already entered the cabinet and became a close minister of the emperor. But on his birthday, such a person inexplicably got a vulgar "cousin".
Ye Qiqi is a small vendor who works hard to earn a living in the city. She looks miserable all day long. She has nothing special except for her stature. But that day when it was raining heavily, she was delivering vegetables to the abbot of Hanshan Temple. She happened to meet Mrs. Jiang who was going to offer incense, and she suddenly discovered that the two of them looked so similar.
It turns out that when Mrs. Jiang gave birth, the former prince rebelled, and when he was moving around, he carried the wrong baby.
One is a fake young master who is close to the emperor, and the other is a real daughter who is vulgar in the market. How to choose?
Taifu Jiang sighed, and Mrs. Jiang wiped away her tears. In the end, the Jiang family only had a distant cousin.
She couldn't understand the female precepts, couldn't learn to embroider or play the piano, and she didn't know anything about painting or poetry. The instructor was so angry that he threw the ruler down, and Mrs. Jiang covered her heart and shook her head repeatedly.
She was about to make a joke in the capital circle. Fortunately, her cousin Jiang Hechuan was willing to teach her patiently.
He was an unrivaled noble man, like a gentleman. He looked at her with gentle eyes and took out a handkerchief to wipe her tears. With just one glance, Ye Qiqi felt ashamed of herself.
No wonder my parents would choose this way.
She carefully learned to be a lady, but she secretly and openly inquired about Jiang Hechuan's preferences. She hoped that she could be more like what he liked, even a little bit.
Later at the banquet, the velvet flowers with lush leaves attracted the appreciation of the eldest princess. She was overjoyed and went to see him holding the rewarded jade pendant, but she overheard a conversation between him and his friend at the corner.
"Just a burden."
The cold voice was extremely familiar, but the words he spoke were extremely unfamiliar.
"We have to get out of this trouble as soon as possible."
Only then did Ye Qiqi realize that there was no one in the entire Jiang family who was worthy of her nostalgia.
In that case, why stay there any longer.
When she came, she brought with her all the belongings she had accumulated in the market, wishing she could carve out her heart, but when she left, she only brought an embroidered handkerchief stained with tears.
Jiang Hechuan has always known his identity, and he has been dormant for so many years, just because he wants to seek justice for his parents who died unjustly.
The appearance of the real daughter of the Jiang family was a trouble for him, and he needed to get rid of her.
But when she smiled at him without warning, looked at him without any calculation in her eyes, and carefully tried to please him, Jiang Hechuan softened his heart for the first time.
Motto: Hard work will always pay off
