Spoiled! The Cool and Clever Mistress of the House Has a Wicked Minister Pining for Her

Song Qingruan is the most treasured legitimate daughter of the Duke of Song’s household. Betrothed to Jiang Xiao of the Marquis of Wuding’s household since childhood, they grew up together, and she cherished dreams of their future. Even after he died in battle, she resolutely married him, carrying his memorial tablet with her. To ensure the marquis’s line did not die out, Song Qingruan devoted herself to raising the child brought home by the old madam, loving him as her own. She exhausted herself working for the household, sparing nothing to hear the child call her “Mother,” until her health finally gave out. But just before she died, her adopted son burst into laughter. “Mother? You’re not my mother. You’re just a wicked foster mother! I’ll tell you the truth: she’s my real mother!” Song Qingruan stared blankly toward the main hall, then froze in shock. Jiang Xiao, dead for fifteen years, had returned to life. Holding a charming young woman in his arms, he stood there looking triumphant. Jiang Xiao regarded her coldly. “Yihu has suffered for fifteen years because of you, while you occupied the position of principal wife for fifteen years. Now it’s time to give it back to her.” The woman behaved strangely, insisting that a couple should be devoted to one another for life. Song Qingruan’s heart broke. She spat out blood and died of rage. Fifteen years of toil had ended in a betrayal that cut to the bone! Given another life, she wouldn’t do it again. She would show them exactly how the marquis’s household could fall into ruin!…

Everyone said the Ninth Thousand-Year, a ruthless minister with power over the court, had destroyed the Marquis of Wuding’s household for his sworn younger sister. He indulged and doted on her in every way. Reclining on a red couch, Song Qingruan lifted the Ninth Thousand-Year’s chin with her toe and raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to serve me?” Yu Zhan abruptly looked up and seized her ankle. “Yes.” “You’re not worthy.” Song Qingruan leaned down and stroked his face. “But I’ll allow it.”