Ye Shuyue is the most outstanding maid in Duke Jiang's mansion.
She has always been gentle and humble, and her needlework skills are the best in the house. What's even more rare is that she has a beautiful face, with gentle eyebrows, just like the bright, cold and affectionate moon in the sky.
Unfortunately, her family was poor, her mother was sick, and her father's leg was broken by a dead tree while working in the fields. Suddenly, all the burdens of the family fell on her shoulders, making the road ahead difficult.
Just when she was desperate, an urgent report from the border disrupted the entire Jiang Guogong Mansion.
The most respected young master in the family, Jiang Banlan, has been on the battlefield all year round. However, he was unexpectedly ambushed by the enemy and fell off his horse and was seriously injured. He has been unable to walk since then.
The Duke's wife was worried.
This son, who once had high hopes for the whole family, now not only has his future ruined, but even the continuation of his bloodline has become a luxury. What's more important is that the imperial court is already secretly wary of Jiang Guogong's palace, which has great achievements. Once it loses its future support, the glory and wealth of such a large mansion may be lost in an instant.
Madam thought about it for a long time, and finally her eyes fell on several maids in the mansion who had outstanding looks and gentle temperaments.
Ye Shuyue was among the candidates.
"If I can give birth to a Lin'er for him, I will reward him with a hundred taels of silver."
But who would have thought that just as the group was halfway there, shocking news came - Jiang Banglan had been poisoned by a strange poison and was about to die.
The maids who went with her were so frightened that they secretly discussed running away. Someone pulled her and asked, "Can you leave?"
Ye Shuyue only hesitated for a moment.
At this moment, the carriage drove out of the city gate.
She stood in the wind and sand going north, looking at the farther and farther way back, and gently tightened her sleeves - the road ahead was a dying general, and a piece of paper that sold her body.
The gentle and sinister beauty vs. The young general with a rich inner drama
1v1, double clean
Motto: Sometimes love means letting go
