The More Favored the Black-Hearted Lotus of the First Assistant's Family Becomes, the More Vicious It Becomes.

An hour after Yan Shu died, Zhuang Mudi quickly wrote a letter of divorce, transported the coffin out of the county government office, and sent it back to the Yan family, the chief minister of the cabinet, which had long since declined. Yan's mansion fell into disrepair, and no one took care of the coffin for burial. Yan Shu's body rotted in the coffin, which was as thin as a piece of paper. The stench spread for hundreds of miles, and mosquitoes and flies gathered. When Yan Shu's coffin was sent away, Zhuang Mudi stood at a high place. He was over middle-aged and still handsome and dazzling. There was a smile between his deep brows and eyes, a relaxed and carefree smile. After twenty years, he finally divorced her. There was no more involvement, how could he not smile? She strangled his first intercourse girl to death; she became so poisonous and mute that she giggled like she was laying eggs every time she saw him; even the white moonlight cinnabar mole in his heart was missing... He should hate her. If he didn't crush her to ashes, it would be too much! However, Yan Shu was reborn and returned to the age of fifteen, before she met Zhuang Mudi. She thought, why not be a good person in this life? She liked that face very much, but after seeing him for twenty years, she got tired of it. Men, extinguishing the candle is actually the same thing! It's better to fulfill him and his white moonlight cinnabar mole... Black Lotus was reborn, entered the temple, was granted the title of princess, the first assistant asked for marriage, and was given a first-grade imperial decree! The abandoned woman once took advantage of the wind and soared ninety thousand miles away!