Song Qing Ruan is the most delicate legitimate daughter of the Song Dynasty Duke. She has been engaged to Jiang Xiao of Wuding Houfu since she was a child. The two are childhood sweethearts, and the girl has longed for her. Even if he died in battle, he would resolutely marry Jiang Xiao with his soul in mind. The Hou Mansion could not exclude the queen, so Song Qingruan carefully raised the children brought back by the old lady and regarded them as his own. She worked hard and tirelessly for the Hou Mansion, and even more so for her adopted son, who was her mother, she gave her all without hesitation, and finally her body collapsed from exhaustion. But before he died, his adopted son suddenly burst into laughter: "Mom? You are not my mother, you are just a vicious adoptive mother! To tell you the truth, she is my biological mother!" Song Qingruan looked blankly at the front of the hall, and was suddenly shocked - Jiang Xiao, who had been dead for fifteen years, came back from the dead, holding a pretty girl in his arms, standing proudly in front of the hall. Jiang Xiao looked at her coldly: "Yi'er has been wronged by you for fifteen years, and you have occupied the position of mistress for fifteen years. Now it's time to return it to Yi'er." The woman behaved strangely, shouting that she would be a pair for life. Song Qing and Ruan were heartbroken and breathless, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, making him angry to death! Fifteen years of hard work turned into heartbreaking betrayal! She has to live a new life and quit! She wanted them to take a closer look at how the Hou Mansion declined! ... Everyone knows that the powerful and ruthless treacherous minister who was nine thousand years old raided the Wuding Hou Mansion because of his adopted sister. He indulged and loved his adopted sister in every possible way. With her red silk hanging down, Song Qingruan lifted the nine thousand-year-old chin with her toes, raised her eyebrows and asked him: "Do you want to serve me?" Yu Zhan suddenly raised his head and grabbed her ankle: "Yes." "You are not worthy." Song Qingruan leaned over and touched his face: "But, I agree."
