When Qin Run entered the manor, he had just begun his studies.

To strengthen their relationship, she accompanied him in reading and writing every day.

She personally handled all the affairs in his room.

Two years ago, she saw a half-finished letter on his desk, which addressed her as "Aunt Lan". At the time, she thought it was someone from Qin Minglang's hometown and didn't pay much attention to it.

Thinking back to this morning, upon learning that Qin Minglang was about to enter the capital, he became restless and spent a long time choosing clothes. His parents-in-law were even more enthusiastic, having snacks and fruits prepared for him, and even taking out the best silk quilts from the storeroom.

She was also curious as to why Qin Minglang, a general who fought on the battlefield, was treated so pampered.

It turned out that they had known all along that Qin Minglang had married Su Yulan, and they often corresponded with each other. Today, he would even bring her into the mansion as his legal wife, but they kept it a secret from her alone.

All the pretense of the past was torn away in a bloody way.

She regretted it.

She shouldn't have disobeyed her master and fellow disciples, insisted on breaking away from the Zhuge Clan's tradition, married someone else, and been humiliated like this.

Qin Run's pledge of allegiance pleased Su Yulan greatly. She personally helped him up and glanced triumphantly at Jiang Qingwan.

"Since Run'er has pleaded for you, I, the county magistrate, will spare your life. Minglang, have her sign a contract of servitude, and from now on, you will be a slave."

Zhang also felt that this made sense.

After all, Jiang Qingwan had been a Qin family wife for five years. If she were to leave home and marry another man with her figure and looks, it would be very unlucky.

It would be better to keep him in the mansion as a dog.

She immediately smiled and agreed.

"Yulan is the most thoughtful. Let's do it this way."

He didn't ask Jiang Qingwan a single question from beginning to end.

They were convinced that an orphaned girl who had been divorced would only face death if she left the Qin family.

"You've gone too far! Madam, let's go report this to the authorities!" Lian'er stamped her foot angrily, tears streaming down her face.

Having gained Su Yulan's approval, Qin Run became increasingly arrogant.

"My mother is a county princess, and my father is a second-rank general. Tonight, they will be hosting a banquet at the Qin family home to celebrate their victory. With your status, you still want to report this to the authorities?"

Helpless, Lian'er angrily wiped away her tears.

After a long silence, Jiang Qingwan slowly raised her eyes.

The grief dissipated, replaced by cold indifference.

She gently touched her throbbing cheeks, looking at the son she had raised with her own hands, her eyes devoid of any warmth.

The cold, sharp voice crashed heavily into the hall.

"The county princess of the current dynasty is abusing her power to seize someone's husband and destroy their house. Under the emperor's nose and above the law, why can't I report this to the authorities?"

The gentle and obedient girl in my memory seemed to have become a different person.

Qin Minglang felt inexplicably flustered.