In the third year after marrying Gu Yan, he handed over a letter of divorce: "Shen Hengzhi, you are not worthy of being the lintel of the Gu family."
At that time, I was kicked out of the Marquis Mansion, penniless, and left home with my two-year-old daughter in my arms. Everyone in the world laughs at me for being abandoned like worn shoes, falling from the clouds into the mud. No one knows - when I was kicked out of the Gu Mansion, I had in my arms the irrefutable evidence of Gu Yan's collusion in the Northwest corruption case.
The world laughs at me for being pitiful, but I laugh at the fact that the world is still awake.
A year later, I changed my name and entered the court as a female imperial concubine. On the Golden Palace, I dug out the cases of the Gu family one by one, from embezzlement of military rations to framing Zhongliang, from murder and silence to collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country. Each piece of evidence was like a mountain of ironclad evidence.
Gu Yan knelt in the center of the hall and looked up at me. His eyes were bloodshot and his lips were trembling. Three years ago he condescendingly threw me a divorce note, and three years later he knelt in front of me like a bereaved dog.
"You... How dare you..." His voice was hoarse.
I didn't answer. Because there was the sound of another person's footsteps behind me - iron boots stepping on the gold bricks, step by step, steady and powerful.
Pei Li walked to my side and handed me a warm jade hairpin. His voice was low, with the sand and heat of seven years of border customs: "Mr. Accountant, it's time to change your pen."
After a pause, the corner of his mouth raised slightly: "By the way, I would like to ask - what I said last time about 'marriage first, love later', can we put the word 'marriage' on the agenda?"
Intention: Above the court, gender does not matter
