Song Shuyi had been a Marquis for five years, waiting hard for her husband to return from the war, but all she got in exchange was "Who are you?"
He lost his memory, and regarded the female doctor from a peasant family who saved his life as a top one, and insisted on taking her into the Marquis's mansion to repay her kindness.
Finally, she had to give up her son's position as heir to the Hou Mansion to someone else.
For the sake of her child, Song Shuyi held back her plans and found that person.
The man who everyone in the capital was afraid of raised his eyelids and said lightly:
"You want me to help you, unless you make peace with Li."
Song Shuyi smiled, she wanted to reconcile.
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By the time Pei Jiashu's memory came back, the Hou Mansion had already changed.
His ex-wife became an imperial businessman and married into a high family. Looking at him from the clouds was like looking at a stranger.
He dispersed his family wealth, reduced his rank and became a monk, and stayed in the cold temple.
He knelt in front of the door, longing for her to look at him again.
But before she could speak, the man beside her had already pulled her into his arms and spoke to her heart:
"Mr. Pei, you have recognized the wrong person. This is my king's concubine."
