The Phoenix Flies Thousands of Miles, but It Cannot Live on a Phoenix Tree

Eighteen years ago, my father, the minister, listened to the eldest lady's conspiracy and believed that my mother-in-law was a witch, so he drowned her in the sweet spring well of Ding Mansion with his own hands. Eighteen years later, with the help of the eldest son of Prince Heng, I avenged my mother. The story of the crown prince and I also begins with this revenge, climbing over walls and digging into dog holes...