Song Qingruan is the most delicate concubine of the Song State Mansion, and has made a marriage contract with Jiang Xiao of the Marquis of Wuding since childhood. Even if he died in battle, he resolutely held Jiang Xiao's spiritual position and got married. The Hou Mansion could not be rejected, and Song Qingruan carefully taught the children brought back by the old lady to regard them as his own. She worked hard for the Hou Mansion, and even more for the sake of her adopted son, she gave everything without hesitation, and finally exhausted her body. But before he died, the adopted son suddenly burst into laughter: "Mother? You're not my mother, you're just a vicious adoptive mother! To tell you the truth, she is my mother! Song Qingruan looked at the front of the hall blankly, and was suddenly startled - Jiang Xiao, who had been dead for fifteen years, came back from the dead, holding a delicate woman in his arms, and stood proudly in front of the hall. Jiang Xiao looked at her coldly: "Yi'er has been wronged for fifteen years because of you, and you have occupied the position of the master mother for fifteen years, now it's time to return it to Yi'er." The woman behaved strangely, shouting that she would be a couple for the rest of her life. Song Qingruan's heart was cold, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he died of anger! The admiration of his youth, his fifteen years of hard work, finally turned into a betrayal! Relive a lifetime, she won't do it! She wants to tell them to take a good look at how the Hou Mansion has declined! …… Everyone in the world said that the nine-thousand-year-old traitor who leaned towards the government and the opposition and had a ruthless heart copied the Marquis of Wuding Mansion for his righteous sister, and he could be called connived at and loved by that righteous sister in every way. Under the cherry blossom tree, Song Qingruan dodged his arm, lowered his eyes and said: "Lord Palm Print, you and I are brother and sister, and it is true that there is no harmony." Yu Qiao was slightly drunk in a light voice, and his eyes were red: "This palm print is a eunuch, what's the discord?" ”