Plucking the Red Luan

Second Young Master Cheng, who had returned from studying abroad, looked down on his illiterate fiancée and insisted on breaking off their engagement.

Full of resentment, she married in another city, only to be widowed soon after.

A year later, they met again in the business world.

He saw her speaking English with foreign businessmen, negotiating deals, and conducting research.

Cheng Zhiwen was puzzled. Who was this woman?

He secretly watched her and found himself drawn to her, until he willingly knelt at her feet and asked humbly, "Does our engagement still stand?"

She raised an eyebrow and glanced at him. "I've already driven one man to his grave. Want to be the second?"

Second Young Master Cheng: "I do."

Shen Qing: "Get lost!"

Another year passed, and snow fell thickly once more.

The prisoner cart rolled slowly through Jiangzhou's busiest street.

Shen Qing was being taken to the execution grounds.

In the sea of dark-clad onlookers, she saw Cheng Zhiwen.

He had come to see her off on her final journey.

She smiled at him through her tears.

The executioner's blade fell, and her head rolled to the ground.

When she awoke, she was in a bridal chamber decked out for a celebration.

Shen Qing raised a hand to feel her neck. Her head was still there.

A maid entered, knelt beside the bed, and bowed her head. "Second Concubine, you're awake."

So here's the question: whose concubine had she become?