The Concubine Who Fled the Marquis’s Household

On the day Zhou Congxian married, his concubine and daughter died in a bizarre fire. He stared at the ruins and, for the first time in his life, wept inconsolably. A beautiful merchant from the capital, traveling with a child, appeared in Yuzhou, a thousand miles away. Then he was ordered to take up a post there. Suddenly, the figure who visited his dreams every night appeared before him. She was by another man’s side, smiling sweetly. His daughter, in someone else’s arms, called him Daddy. His eyes bloodshot, he demanded, “Why are you avoiding me?” She smiled with cool detachment. “You must have mistaken me for someone else, sir.”