Book Synopsis
As Liu Chu ground my hand, which had fed him medicinal soup for three years, beneath his brocade boots, a child's joyful voice rang out from the alleyway: "Mother!"
"Would you rather be a concubine to the border troops or a stepmother to a wild child?" He tightened his grip around my neck, sneering coldly. "In ten days, I will have my coming-of-age ceremony. If you do not come—"
Outside the carriage curtain, the thatched cottage flickered with firelight, reminiscent of the night I burned the swaddling clothes during his childhood fever.
Later, I truly knelt outside the grand gates of The Liu Manor, but it was to protect my real family.
"The old lady said you treated me like your own son back then." He stepped on my back to climb into the carriage, the brocade curtain swirling with the scent of blood. "Then let the salt trade case forever bear your husband's name."
Ten years later, in a teahouse listening to stories, the storyteller sighed as he recounted how the talented scholar passed away, clutching half a silk handkerchief in his final moments.
Xiao Yan suddenly covered my ears: "Mother, the birthing soup is getting cold."
"And also, you mustn't listen to the plays of fickle lovers."
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