After Jin Tao accidentally fell into a ravine, she woke up to find letters scattered around her. Her amnesiac mind sank into thought...
According to the letters, she was engaged to a poor scholar and had worked hard sewing and mending clothes to earn money for his education. After he went to the capital to sit for the examinations, she discovered she was carrying his child. But judging from his replies, the scholar had climbed the social ladder and wanted to abandon his wife and child!
After reading all the letters, Jin Tao planted her hands on her hips in righteous fury. "Bah! Chen Shimei!"
So Jin Tao stroked her flat belly, ground her back teeth, and decided to go to the capital to demand justice for herself!
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The newly appointed top scholar, Dong Yi, was handsome and elegant. Dressed in red and riding through the streets on horseback, he nearly had the women watching throw so many fruits at him that they filled his carriage.
Suddenly, a woman jumped in front of his horse and blocked his way, pointing at her belly and saying she was carrying his child.
Looking at the person buried in the depths of his memory, Dong Yi's expression gradually grew complicated.
At last, he broke into a carefree smile and said, "Oh? So I'm going to be a father?"
Jin Tao had been ready for a hard fight, but seeing Dong Yi dismount and stride toward her, she couldn't help taking a step back. "What, are you going to kill me to keep me quiet in broad daylight?"
Dong Yi's handsome face wore an even brighter smile. He reached out a long-fingered hand and said, "Of course not. I'm going to take responsibility for you and the child. Come with me, my wife."
Jin Tao's eyes widened, then she blinked. Why wasn't this heartless man acting the way she'd imagined? He'd... left her at a loss for words!
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A few months later, Jin Tao finally remembered everything. Those letters hadn't been hers at all, and the heartless scholar in them wasn't any top scholar!
More importantly... her flat, unchanging belly had never held a baby!
So embarrassed she could have dug out an entire Forbidden City with her toes, she ran away in the middle of the night, never wanting to see Dong Yi again...
Dong Yi took a long stride and stopped Jin Tao as she tried to flee, smiling gently. "And where might my wife be going?"
Jin Tao bit her lip and stepped back. "Who is your wife?! Move out of the way. You're blocking my way home."
Dong Yi opened his folding fan, his smile unchanged. "How heartless of you to take advantage of me and then abandon me. Just the other day, you wanted me to take responsibility. Now I'm in your way?"
Jin Tao: "..."
Upcoming story:
Yao Jinzhi's stepmother tied her into a bridal sedan and forced her to marry a nearly fifty-year-old widower from the neighboring village.
Sitting inside the sedan, Yao Jinzhi struggled with all her might. Red silk had rubbed her wrists raw, and a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth kept her from crying out.
Tears of despair streamed down her cheeks. As she watched the sedan curtains sway, she suddenly hurled herself toward the door.
The sedan was crossing the little wooden bridge at the village entrance. Yao Jinzhi threw herself too hard and fell into the rushing river.
When she opened her eyes again, her stepmother had sold her off once more, this time to Chen Ergou, who lived at the foot of the mountain and was so poor he couldn't afford salt.
Chen Ergou was taciturn and ruthless. He usually wore ragged clothes and had a bloodied face, and the villagers didn't dare look at him, let alone speak to him.
Yao Jinzhi braced herself for a life of fear and hardship. But after she entered the house, things weren't nearly as terrifying or miserable as she'd imagined. Not only did she get enough to eat every day, there was even meat.
She thought this was how life would be from then on. It was poor but peaceful, and she would be fortunate to live like this for the rest of her life.
She never expected her greatest fortune was still to come. An imperial decree arrived, and just as she walked through the door with Dahei and Erhuang, she was transformed into the Prime Minister's wife.
The male lead's story:
In his previous life, Chen Linxiao was a high-ranking official who served as Left Chancellor. For the sake of the people and the late emperor's trust, he worked tirelessly, always treading carefully.
He was elegant and refined, calm and composed, and his high position meant that so many people sought his hand in marriage that they wore down the Prime Minister's residence's iron threshold. Yet he had no desire to start a family.
He devoted himself wholeheartedly to assisting the young emperor and working for the people's welfare. In the end, he died of exhaustion at just twenty-eight.
Reborn in the third year after his father's death, the very year he was supposed to sit for the imperial examinations, he suddenly felt relieved.
He'd lived too exhausting a life in his previous life. This time, he just wanted to take it easy. Being a hunter didn't sound bad.
But when he looked at the small, frail wife at home, who was so nimble and hardworking, he sighed. He could live in poverty himself, but he couldn't let his wife go hungry too. He'd have to find a way to fatten her up a little.
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Theme: Don't complain, because life always has a surprise waiting for you around the corner
This time, Huo Que knew that his wife had regained her memory, so why did she cling to Jin Tao so shamelessly?
Dong Yi and Huo Que's identity change is so great, let's stir up the storm.
Huo Que: So the leader of this sect has already eaten people in the mouths of those who spread rumors!
My guess is indeed true, Dong Yi must be Huo Que
I guess this princess is going to be jealous and ugly again.
Goodwill
"Axiao is not bitter" is a big bug for the author~ The author made a typo
"Throwing" is a big bug for the author~ "all"
"Try" is a big bug for the author~ die
The "result" is a big thorn in the side of the author~ several