The sound of gongs and drums filled the air, and firecrackers crackled in unison.

After several years of silence, the Yongning Marquis's mansion finally became lively again.

A handsome man dressed in fine clothes stood in front of the Yongning Marquis's mansion.

Looking at the imposing plaque of the Yongning Marquis's Mansion, Zhou Shiyuan slowly exhaled a breath of pent-up frustration.

After three years of hiding and fleeing, he has finally returned!

"My son, let your mother see, let your mother see him properly."

Lady Yongning, dressed in fine clothes, had tears in her eyes and looked heartbroken.

"Mother, your son is fine. Let's go inside and talk. Let's not let people laugh at us."

Zhou Shiyuan spoke calmly, his eyes brimming with confidence.

Three years have passed, and he never imagined he would have the chance to return.

A group of people escorted Zhou Shiyuan inside.

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhou Shiyuan remembered his business and looked around, but he did not find the person he was looking for.

He frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Didn't that woman know he was returning today? If so, why didn't she come to greet him?

Thinking of this, he spoke:

"Mother, where is that person?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Yong'an's face turned cold. Just as she was about to speak, a clear, cold voice rang out:

"Is the young master referring to me?"

Zhou Shiyuan looked in the direction of the sound, a look of surprise and amazement flashing in his eyes.

The woman at the door was dressed in plain white clothes, with a white flower in her hair and a black whip hanging from her waist. She wore no makeup and was extremely pure and simple.

However, the more this was the case, the more it accentuated her fair complexion and jet-black hair.

A woman should be pretty, even if she's dressed in mourning.

Yuan Zhao's original score of eight was forcibly raised to ten.

Zhou Shiyuan was somewhat mesmerized. Was that woman really that beautiful?

Before he could even react, Lady Yongning's angry rebuke rang out:

"On such a joyous day, why are you wearing such unlucky clothes? Haven't you brought enough trouble to the Marquis's mansion already?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Shiyuan realized that Yuan Zhao was wearing mourning clothes.

He's already back? Why is she still wearing that outfit?

His face darkened, and just as he was about to speak, Yuan Zhao said:

"Where did Mother get that from?"

"How did I harm the Marquis's mansion? Everyone knows that the Yongning Marquis's mansion was won by my father with military merits. How come in my mother's mouth it is me who harmed the Marquis's mansion?"

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room changed their expressions.

Marquis Yongning's face fell on the spot.

Although the emperor has now restored his title, he is still pointed at and gossiped about whenever he goes out, and all the noble families know how his title was restored.

Being brought up in public by Yuan Zhao is undoubtedly a slap in the face.

Before anyone could speak, Yuan Zhao continued:

"As for why I'm wearing this, it's naturally for the young master's benefit. After all, I've been wearing this outfit for three years and the young master hasn't seen it, has he?"

In her past life, she was a fake widow for three years. In this life, she wants to experience what it's like to be a real widow.

"you?"

Lady Yongning was about to unleash a torrent of abuse when Zhou Shiyuan calmed her down with a look, then turned to Yuan Zhaoping and said gently:

I know you harbor resentment.

"I also have my reasons for this. I was injured and lost my memory that day, and I didn't remember anything from the past until recently."

Oh!

Upon hearing Zhou Shiyuan's explanation, Yuan Zhao laughed in anger.

He really thought he was fooling her. Even a three-year-old wouldn't believe such words, but she actually believed them in her past life. How utterly foolish!

Seeing that her complexion seemed to have improved, Zhou Shiyuan stopped waiting and directly told her what he wanted to do.

"There is one more thing I need to tell you."

“When I was injured and lost my memory, I was rescued by someone. I forgot everything that happened before, so I married her and we had a son.”

"Now that I have regained my memories, I cannot be a heartless and ungrateful person."

"This time, I brought her and her son back together. They will be settled in the manor from now on. Don't make things difficult for them."

"Mianmian, come and pay your respects."

Zhou Shiyuan spoke gently to a frail-looking woman.

The woman named Bai Mianmian was dressed in elegant clothes, and she was petite and looked extremely delicate.

Such a woman makes people feel at ease and even evokes a protective instinct in them.

In his previous life, Yuan Zhao thought Bai Mianmian posed no threat, but he ended up suffering a great setback because of her.

Bai Mianmian cautiously walked over and timidly called out to Yuan Zhao:

"elder sister!"

"Smack!"

Yuan Zhao took the whip from his waist and lashed it out. The vase behind Bai Mianmian shattered with a crash, and the flying shards cut her face.

"ah!"

Bai Mianmian covered her face and cried out, "My face, my face..."

Zhou Shiyuan rushed forward to comfort her, his face full of heartache. Seeing the cut on her face from the porcelain shards, Zhou Shiyuan glared at Yuan Zhao with fury:

"You wicked woman! What are you doing?"

Yuan Zhao gave a cold laugh:

"Even the Emperor knows that I am the only daughter in the Yuan family. Where do some random Tom, Dick, or Harry come from who dares to claim a connection with me?"

"Wenfeng, Linglong, throw her out."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the room was stunned.

They had only one thought in their minds: Yuan Zhao seemed like a completely different person today.

Only Wenfeng and Linglong reacted the fastest; both of them came from the General's Mansion and knew some martial arts.

The two women stepped forward to grab Bai Mianmian, and Zhou Shiyuan reacted, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

"Yuan Zhao, how dare you?"