Moreover, a concubine's daughter is enough for her to be a mistress.

"You've done everything for me; I feel like I have no chance to use my talents," Shen Wangshu sighed softly after hearing the King of Wei's words.

This seemed to be the simplest cycle she had ever experienced.

No matter what, the King of Wei always got ahead of himself and made things perfect for himself.

"That's exactly what I wanted, so you don't have to worry about anything," King Wei felt extremely satisfied. Seeing Shen Wangshu looking at him and smiling, her eyes seemed to sparkle with starlight, he simply put his other ear close to her hand.

"Rub it." A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

He was gentle and affectionate in front of Shen Wangshu, and frequently took Shen Wangshu to the palace to show off, making Shen Wangshu shine even more in the palace. However, Prime Minister Song did not have such good luck.

He knew, of course, that the King of Wei meant what he said, and he had no choice but to reluctantly retire. He thought that the emperor would be reluctant to let him stay because of his many years as prime minister, but he did not expect that the emperor had no affection for him. Not only did the emperor grant him his retirement, but he also took back the prime minister's mansion that had been given to him. The emperor was as heartless as a faithless man.

The Prime Minister was deeply hurt by the emperor's ruthlessness. He suddenly realized that he was nothing in front of the emperor and felt extremely frustrated, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

When the Prime Minister's residence was taken away, he had no choice but to move out with his family. At this time, the Empress Dowager issued an imperial decree ordering Shen Wangshu to enter the palace to accompany him. He then moved into a simple courtyard with his ailing concubine and her daughter.

He originally had little money; the small amount of silver given to him by the imperial court was for his return to his hometown, and he couldn't use it for the time being.

Aunt Rou was critically ill and on her deathbed. Prime Minister Song resented her existence and refused to find a doctor for her, leaving her to die.

Song Wan'er was terrified by Prime Minister Song's coldness and no longer cared about her birth mother. Although the Marquis of Linxi's mansion became increasingly indifferent after Prime Minister Song retired, she almost begged to marry into the mansion.

This time, she didn't have a grand wedding procession, nor did she have a powerful father to back her up. So she could only quietly pass through the back gate of the Marquis's mansion and head to Zhang Yourong's courtyard in a small sedan chair. There were no lanterns or decorations in the Marquis's mansion, nor any joyous banquet. She was taken to a secluded room, feeling wronged.

She was a concubine, and couldn't even live in the main house.

Fortunately, she has a man who loves her in return.

But just as she was trying to win over Zhang Yourong with her tenderness and make her life better, she only saw a gloomy face.

"You wretch!" Zhang Yourong walked in wearing ordinary clothes instead of her wedding attire, and immediately slapped him across the face!

His face was haggard, and he had become extremely thin after not seeing him for a long time. He looked sick and carried the bitter smell of medicine.

Song Wan'er was slapped so hard she fell to the side on the bed, unable to believe that the man who used to cherish and pamper her would look at her with such hatred. She covered her face, tears streaming down her cheeks, and saw the handsome man's gaze fixed on her as if she were his mortal enemy!

She didn't understand what had gone wrong, but she still asked weakly through tears, "Why is the young master so heartless?!"

"Heartless?" Zhang Yourong laughed hoarsely.

His clothes hung loosely on his body, so thin they seemed to dissipate with a breath, and he looked at the woman who had harmed him with hateful eyes.

If it weren't for her, how could he have been so terrified and dejected in the Prime Minister's mansion, and still unable to regain his former glory?!

The old lady of the Marquis of Linxi secretly found the best doctor, but after examining him, she could only shake her head and say, "Do your best and leave the rest to fate."

He's still young, yet he's placing his hopes on God?!

The old lady had already fainted, but he was still clinging to life, just so he could bring the woman who had harmed him into the family and then take revenge!

"If it weren't for you, how could I have..." The doctor said that if he didn't recover after recuperation, he would probably be ruined for life, not to mention women, he wouldn't even be able to have children.

To be childless and without descendants.

Why...why did he have this fate?

Even if he only has one child... he still wants to hold his own flesh and blood in his arms...

Zhang Yourong's eyes immediately turned red, feeling extremely sore. Looking at Song Wan'er, who had ruined her life, she suddenly smiled sinisterly.

"I'll take you as my concubine. Don't worry, I'll treat you well." He pressed the struggling Song Wan'er down on the bed and said softly.