In her second month after marrying into the Qin family, Meng Yuanyuan was left alone in an empty room. Her husband hadn't died or gone away on a trip. His biological parents had simply come to claim him.
Before leaving, He Kan asked whether she would go with him. She shook her head. He listened, turned, and walked away without looking back. He left the Qin family a generous amount of farmland in thanks, settling the matter between them.
Meng Yuanyuan wasn't surprised. Everyone knew she'd used underhanded means to ruin He Kan's reputation, and he'd married her to protect his good name. Now that he was no longer the Qin family's second son, their marriage no longer counted either.
So she put her mind at ease and lived a quiet, ordinary life.
But a year later, the Qin family's eldest uncle gambled away the family fortune and even signed a contract selling Meng Yuanyuan to pay his debts.
With nowhere else to turn, she fled a thousand miles to the prefectural city with her not-yet-fifteen-year-old sister-in-law and knocked on the He family's door.
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The He family was wealthy and powerful. He Kan, the eldest legitimate son, was a man of extraordinary looks and talent, and his family had high hopes for him. Naturally, they would never accept the coarse village woman he'd married.
He Kan himself was clear-eyed. Out of gratitude for the family's care, he arranged a small place for her to stay in the residence, but never paid her any attention.
Until one day, a woman with a graceful figure and radiant beauty asked around the residence for the young master's study. Only then did everyone realize what the village woman hiding in the back courtyard really looked like.
Meng Yuanyuan felt her sister-in-law had settled in and went to discuss matters with He Kan. "Thank you for looking after us, Young Master. I'll leave another day."
He Kan saw that she'd behaved herself lately and glanced at her coolly. "You can stay in the residence if you like."
Seeing her leave with a gentle, meek air, he assumed she had agreed.
The next day, He Kan ran into Meng Yuanyuan in a back alley. She was meeting a childhood friend and cousin from her hometown to discuss returning there.
For the first time, He Kan felt he ought to discipline his wife himself.
Wives are supposed to share a grave with their husbands after death. Did she not know that?
Please add my upcoming story, "Yao Yi."
After one reckless night, Yao Yi's reputation was ruined. Rumors spread that she'd been tricked and violated.
When the rumors were at their height, an imposing carriage stopped outside the Yuan family home. Yao Yi knew she could no longer stay with her family. Amid her father's sighs, she resolutely climbed into the carriage. The neighbors pointed and whispered, saying this was just a wealthy family's way of saving face, and that she'd be mistreated to death sooner or later.
Anxious and uneasy, she was taken to a grand residence. Many days later, she finally met Zhan Duo.
He was noble in bearing, as aloof and proud as a towering pine. His gaze upon her was cool and distant.
Yao Yi had no desire to ingratiate herself with him. She simply had nowhere else to go and needed a temporary place to stay.
She was always careful to keep her distance, never going to bother Zhan Duo, and simply waited for the right time to leave.
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Zhan Duo went to his maternal grandfather's home for a birthday celebration, but someone with ulterior motives persuaded him to drink. After that, he lost control and took a woman.
The sons of a distinguished family were proud. He ought to accept responsibility for his mistake. But the Zhan family was an aristocratic clan, and he could never marry her.
She was poorly educated, knew nothing of music, and even spoke in a very soft voice. But she was well-behaved, so he thought he would take her as a concubine after some time. That would be fair to her.
But when he returned from a trip, the gatekeeper handed him a wedding invitation from the countryside.
The old madam of the Zhan family, in her kindness, had arranged a match for Yao Yi. The man was a decent prospect, and the wedding date had already been set.
When Zhan Duo hurried to the little house in the countryside, he found Yao Yi sewing her wedding dress by candlelight.
When she saw him, Yao Yi stood up, smiling brightly. "You've got the date wrong, Young Master."
Zhan Duo's eyes darkened as he pulled her into bed. He held her as tightly as he had on the night he'd been tricked. Again and again, she pushed him away.
He pulled her into his arms, and her trembling voice sounded in his ear again and again: "You mustn't, you mustn't..."
Theme: Time flows downstream, while life rows against the current.
Qi Zhao really doesn't know how to love, so he scares Xiyu away. I can only love others well in my next life. Congratulations it's about to be finished
I like this ending!
I didn't dare to read be, so I ran to read the last chapter out of curiosity.
Qi Zhao should be given a chance to grow up, mature, learn to love, and end up with Xiyu.
It's great that Xiyu also has a happy ending. Without being with the young marquis, Xiyu and Ji Jing are so sweet.
The author's writing style is really good. After reading Qi Zhao and Xiyu, I felt depressed. I hope there will be some stories about past and present lives.
It would be better not to have this extra episode. Xiyu was so disgusted even though she was fine. Also, is this going to imprison Qi Zhao?
Darlings, today's update is at 12 o'clock in the evening, I'm so fat.
Please open the next version of "The Royal Wife Can Be Bullied", please read it Zhuo Wan made her a concubine and carried her into the palace to celebrate the death of the seriously ill emperor. She became a widow after only three days. Without a favor and no heirs, the only way waiting for her was to be buried. The throne was inherited from brother to brother, and after the new emperor ascended the throne, human burial was abolished. As the late emperor's widow, Zhuo Wanwan was posthumously named Queen of Qinyuan and placed in the Ci'en Hall. The new king is both wise and virtuous, and is praised by the world. Only Zhuo Wanwan knew how unbridled Li An was. It was he who planned her entry into the Ci'en Palace, and it was only because of a brief relationship with him when she was still in love. From then on, she was trapped in the palace. Every night, she was most afraid of him knocking on the door. Fed up with being so imprisoned, she always wanted to get rid of this debt. Li An likes Zhuo Wanwan's obedience and thinks that he can let her stand by his side openly. Until the eve of the New Year, when the Ancestral Temple was worshiping ancestors, a fire broke out in the side hall, and Queen Qinyuan, who was praying for blessings, did not escape. When the young emperor arrived, there was only ruins left in front of him... It was a warm spring day when we met again. We stood stiffly in the courtyard, as if we had fallen into an ice cellar. On the doorstep, the man looked down at her, his whole body shrouded in shadow. He was holding a little child in his hand, it was the two-year-old child that Zhuo Wanwan was looking for. The man smiled lightly, then lifted his robe and knelt down, gently asking the child: Who is she to you? The child was innocent and called Zhuo Wanwan crisply, "Mother." As if struck by lightning, Zhuo Wanwan rushed over to ask for the child, but Li An grabbed his wrist and pulled him in front of him easily. There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes suddenly turned sinister: "Wan Niang, tell me, who is the father of this child?" She thought that after running away for three years, everything would be over? But even so, he didn't want to let her go.
Come on, just wait for the Zaizai episode.