Depois de arrastar-se para dentro do caixão e esperar para morrer, toda a Mansão do Marquês se arrepende de ter quebrado as entranhas!
A mãe disse: a família de Yueyue tem lealdade por gerações, deveria deixar uma semente. Você pode morrer no lugar de Yueyue, isso é nobreza como o céu, elevado e virtuoso... A partir daí, Yueyue assum
On a snowy, bitterly cold night, the north wind tossed fine flakes through the darkness. In one corner of the capital stood the Imperial Prison, its ancient stone walls mottled and eroded by time, appearing both ominous and mysterious in the storm.
A carriage glided by in silence.
Xie Qiqi was deep in sleep when she felt herself being moved. As she opened her eyes, a hand clamped tightly over her mouth.
“Qiqi, be good, don’t make a sound…”
Still groggy, Xie Qiqi blinked and saw her mother's face just before she was lifted down from the carriage.
A man stepped from the shadows, carrying someone else, set the figure on the carriage, then took Xie Qiqi from her mother’s arms.
The stench of sweat from the man startled her fully awake. Panic-stricken, she struggled fiercely, clutching desperately at her mother’s hand.
“Mother…”
Where was this man taking her?
Had her mother abandoned her?
Xie Qiqi gripped her mother's hand with all her might, and with a twist, her small body slipped from the man’s grasp.
She tumbled and crawled frantically, throwing her arms around her mother’s leg, sobbing in terror.
“Mother, I’ll be good, I’ll behave… Please don’t leave me!”
Her mother, Yue Huijuan, quickly covered her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks as she whispered urgently, “Hush, Qiqi, be sensible, don’t cry. Mother has no choice…”
The Yue family—her own family—would face execution at dawn. As a married daughter, she could do nothing to help them. But Qiqi and her niece, Yue Yue, were bot