She was falsely accused of theft and thrown into a nunnery to fend for herself.
Five years later, she was brought back, but had lost part of her memory.
Her younger sister's schemes, her husband's disgust, her older brothers' favoritism, and her parents' cold indifference.
Only her son and daughter held her dear and doted on her, yet they betrayed her time and again.
She endured and compromised, all to reclaim the love she had cast aside after losing her memories.
But one day, when her memories suddenly returned, she realized in horror that she had given her love to the wrong people.
Later, the daughter who had once looked down on her stood in the rain and begged through tears, "Mother, Yun'er was wrong. Mother, please hold Yun'er."
Her son, who had once considered her a disgrace, knelt and pleaded, holding out a safety charm burned to ash. "Mother, I found it. Please come back."
Even her older brothers, who had turned a blind eye to her suffering, were filled with regret. "You'er, you will always be our little sister."
Xu Qingyou stood in a grand mansion and smiled faintly. "You want me back, but I already have new brothers and children."
Three little ones clung to her arms, vying for her attention. "Mother belongs to us."
Her brothers cracked their knuckles beside her. "How dare you try to lay claim to our sister? Get lost!"
The once lofty heir to the marquis's title saw this and went mad with desperation to win her back. "Are you really so heartless that you've forgotten all the years we shared?"
Before Xu Qingyou could reply, the man behind her pulled her into his arms. "Who has shared all those years with You'er? And don't think you can abandon your husband and children again this time."
Xu Qingyou's legs went weak. She immediately held up three fingers and swore, "I absolutely won't!"
His Highness the Prince Li looked toward the people pleading outside the courtyard and smiled dangerously. "In that case, it's time for the marquis's residence to change hands."