Era para ser um casamento arranjado desde a infância, mas o pai da família Qu não aprovava o fato de o Grande Marechal Chu ter várias esposas e concubinas. Por isso, escondeu sua preciosa filha no campo e colocou uma falsa filha para lidar com o noivado. Quem poderia imaginar que, por obra do destino, a verdadeira filha salvaria o jovem marechal ferido, e os dois, sem perguntar sobre o passado um do outro, sem buscar riqueza ou status, apenas desejavam viver juntos em harmonia. No entanto, um mal-entendido fez com que o amor se transformasse em ódio. Cinco anos depois, Qu Pan retornou para se vingar, apenas para ver que aquele jovem marechal cruel, que a havia enterrado viva, agora tinha ao seu lado uma criancinha. O pequeno parecia uma versão em miniatura do marechal e corria atrás dela chamando-a de mamãe. E o marechal, que deveria ter se casado com a falsa filha, agora, com os olhos vermelhos, exigia que ela assumisse a responsabilidade; se ela não concordasse, ele estava disposto a usar de todos os meios para conquistá-la...
The weather had been gloomy these past few days, with a steady drizzle falling incessantly. Raindrops hung from the eaves and branches, tapping out the chill of late autumn.
Qu Pan, about to give birth, sat on a chair near the door, sewing baby clothes stitch by stitch by the daylight.
Her delivery was imminent in just a few days, and Qu Pan felt anxious, constantly worrying that the clothes wouldn’t be thick enough to keep her baby warm after birth.
Hearing footsteps, Qu Pan looked up. For a few moments, her vision blurred and she couldn’t make out who it was. When her eyes cleared, she saw a strange young girl.
“Who are you?” Qu Pan frowned slightly.
The girl strode boldly across the threshold and began looking around the room.
Qu Pan’s displeasure grew; she was about to call for Li Ma to chase the girl away, but the girl spoke first.
“Father went to great lengths to keep you from marrying into the Chu family, hiding you out here in the countryside. Truly thoughtful.”
Qu Pan recognized the girl’s identity — she was the substitute bride adopted by her father.
“You’re Qu Lan?” Qu Pan asked.
Qu Lan nodded. “Mm, not so dumb after all.”
Their father had hidden her so well that even the officers of Marshal Chu couldn’t find her. How had Qu Lan discovered this place?
“How did you find this place?” Qu Pan asked warily.
Qu Lan snatched the baby clothes from Qu Pan’s hands, grinning mischievously as she tossed them to the floor and trampled on them.
“Of course, the Young Marshal told me…”
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