When I was seven years old, my mother "died" of illness in the best years of her middle age.
At the age of twelve, she personally discovered the truth about the murder, but in exchange for her father's words of "slandering her stepmother", she was sent back to Yangzhou alone. During the five years of cleaning up the teahouse and living in rough clothes, a businessman wanted to take her away - but she didn't want romance, she just wanted the blood of her enemies.
At the age of seventeen, at her grandmother's sixtieth birthday party, she returned to Yun Mansion. Amidst the congratulations in the hall, the businessman whom she had said she would never see again suddenly sat on the throne, and everyone bowed: "The Sixth Prince is a thousand years old."
Intention: Survive the desperate situation and keep your heart in the blood feud.