Pampered! The Cool and Clever Matriarch Has Long Had the Wickedly Charming Power Minister in Her Sights

Song Qingruan was the most pampered legitimate daughter of the Duke of Song's household. From childhood, she was betrothed to Jiang Xiao of the Marquis of Wuding's household. The two grew up together, and she cherished dreams of their future. Even after he died in battle, she resolutely married into his household, carrying his memorial tablet with her. The marquis's household needed an heir, so Song Qingruan devoted herself to raising the child the old lady brought home, treating him as her own. She exhausted herself working for the household, sparing no effort. For the sake of hearing her adopted son call her Mother, she gave him everything she had, until her health finally gave out. But just before she died, her adopted son suddenly burst out laughing. “Mother? You're not my mother at all. You're nothing but a wicked adoptive mother! I'll tell you the truth: she is my real mother!” Song Qingruan stared blankly toward the main hall, then froze in shock. Jiang Xiao, who had been dead for fifteen years, had come back to life. He stood in the hall, triumphant, with a pretty young woman in his arms. Jiang Xiao looked at her coldly. “Yier suffered for fifteen years because of you, while you occupied the position of the household's mistress for fifteen years. Now it's time to give it back to Yier.” The woman's behavior was strange, and she kept proclaiming that a couple should belong to each other alone for life. Song Qingruan's heart turned cold. She spat out a mouthful of blood and died of rage! Fifteen years of toil had come to nothing but a betrayal that pierced her heart! Reborn into a new life, she was done with it! She would make them see exactly how the marquis's household fell into ruin! Everyone said that the powerful and ruthless eunuch official who brought down the Marquis of Wuding's household had done it for his sworn sister, whom he indulged and doted on without restraint. On a red canopy bed, Song Qingruan lifted the eunuch official's chin with her toe and raised an eyebrow. “Want to serve me?” Yu Zhan abruptly raised his head and grabbed her ankle. “I do.” “You don't deserve to.” Song Qingruan leaned down and stroked his face. “But I'll allow it.”