Three Years After Being Sent to the Army, the Entire Duke's Household Begged for Forgiveness

He had been the young duke of the Yang Duke's estate for fifteen years, only to be suddenly told one day that he was a fake young master.

From then on, the mother who had doted on him became someone else's mother, and the three sisters-in-law who had indulged him for years revealed themselves as the hidden hands pushing him toward the abyss of hell.

"You've enjoyed fifteen years of comfort at the Duke's estate. Now all you have to do is take the blame for Qing and serve three years in the army. Is that really so hard? Can't you do it?"

"The Duke's estate has treated you so well. Do you have no conscience at all?"

"Three years in exchange for fifteen, Ye Zhixian. You've made a huge profit!"

He looked at his former father and mother, and at all his sisters-in-law. Their faces were full of disdain, their gazes cold. Then there was his fiancée, the daughter of a military family who had grown up with him as his childhood sweetheart. She sent someone to deliver a letter breaking off their engagement.

Ye Zhixian nodded. "Fine. Fine. Fine. I'll give it all back to you."

Three years later, Ye Zhixian returned in triumph. Tears of regret streamed from the corners of his sisters-in-law's eyes.

"We were wrong, Zhixian. Come back."

Ye Zhixian said, "Three years for fifteen. I made such a huge profit. Why would I go back?"