I've died and come back, been married, and been ruined. What is there left to fear? I can't just let myself be bullied and meekly returned to my husband, can I? I loved you for two lifetimes, and now I've repaid that debt in a single night. From this day on, we'll never meet again. May we each grow old and die without crossing paths!
“Where is the princess consort?!”
“She died in childbirth. Only a little young lord survived...”
“Dig up her grave! I want to see what other tricks that wretch has up her sleeve!”
Five years later, a renowned woman physician returns to the capital with a child to answer a public call for help. She cures the wet nurse who raised her, claims ten thousand taels of gold from the prince's estate, then turns around and realizes there is... something a little strange about the boy beside her.
The prince suddenly kicks the door open. “Woman, give me back my son!”
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