A matriarca exausta morreu tragicamente, renasceu e destruiu a casa do marquês.
Chu Yao, a legítima filha do General, casou-se com uma família de marqueses em decadência. Ela se dedicou à administração do lar e abriu caminho para o marido ascender ao poder. Mas quem imaginaria qu
Up until this moment, Chu Yao still could not believe the reality before her eyes. Was this the obsession she held before her death?
“Yao’er, look how adorable this child is.”
“A poor orphan, pitiful indeed. Yao’er, the moment I saw her, I favored her. I wish to keep Yue’er in the Marquis’s household and raise her under your name. Would that be all right?”
A little girl, porcelain-skinned like a doll, obediently stepped to the hem of her skirt.
The scene before her overlapped perfectly with her memories.
Chu Yao pinched herself hard.
Ah, the pain was real.
Her almond eyes suddenly shone bright.
At last, she accepted the truth of her rebirth.
She had truly been reborn!
She was back at eighteen, the year she had first married into the household of the Marquis of Pingyang.
At that time, she and the heir to the Marquis, Cheng Wenyuan, had been married for less than half a year.
The old lady, Madam Li, returned from offering incense at the temple and unexpectedly brought back a four-year-old girl.
She claimed the child was an orphan found on the road and wanted Chu Yao to raise her under her own name.
“I went to the temple to pray for a child for you and Brother Yuan. This child must be a gift from the Buddha.
The old saying goes: first the flower blooms, then the fruit bears. With this little girl, you and Brother Yuan will surely have your own noble children soon.
Yao’er, what do you think?”
Chu Yao lowered her gaze to the child shyly clutching at her skirt.
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