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The night before I entered the palace as a slave, Marquis Zhenyuan and his young prince came to the door of my house and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times. Only then did I know that my mother-in-law was actually the first wife of the Hou family. They said they knew they were wrong and begged her to go home. Three years later, I ascended to the throne and couldn't wait to go to the Marquis Mansion to visit my family. But at the door, I saw that the Marquis, who had cried bitterly and repented, was holding another woman in his arms. The young prince who had knelt down to a bloody head also sweetly called that woman mother. "Mr. Cheng's skin and flesh are cheap, but fortunately, the medicinal blood is of some use. It can save Qingqing, and her life in this world is not in vain." "My father is smart, and he deceived her back with a trick. By the way, she also has a bastard who is a slave in the palace. When will she be tricked out, and I can give Qingqing's mother another replenishment!" I was stunned for a moment, and my murderous intention suddenly appeared. Slave? Then let them see how tough the queen who climbed up from being a palace slave can be!

When I went out to pick up a package, my ten-year-old son fell down and died. I rushed to the scene, but was trolled online for wearing full makeup. Facing the accusations from my husband and the curses from my parents-in-law, I felt so guilty that I collapsed and eventually committed suicide by jumping off a building. But before I closed my eyes, I heard my husband's secretary laugh and say, "Brother Chen is so smart. He faked his own death and tricked a stupid woman into killing herself." Then came my son's immature voice: "Now, can my beautiful sister be my mother?" When I opened my eyes again, I went back to where I went to get the express delivery. This time, I called my husband's biggest client directly: "Dad, I know I was wrong. I don't want this man anymore."