Na véspera do Ano-Novo Chinês, congelou até a morte nas ruas; ao retornar, tornou-se famosa em toda a capital.
【Renascimento + Sofrimento Primeiro, Vingança Depois + A Família Toda se Dando Mal + Sem Perdão】Song Qinghuan foi enviada como refém para os Rongdi por dez anos. Finalmente resgatada, ao voltar para c
Jingan Marquis’ Residence, New Year’s Eve.
Snow had fallen only yesterday, and tonight the chill was at its harshest. Song Qinghuan, clad in thin garments, knelt with effort before the gates of the Marquis’ residence. “Brother, Mother... don’t abandon me…”
Her hands were covered in frostbite, and even her voice, worn by years as a hostage in an enemy nation, had grown hoarse and grating. Despair flooded Song Qinghuan’s eyes. Her home was within reach, yet she could not return.
Just then, the heavy iron gates of the residence slowly opened. Song Qinghuan lifted her head in hope, only to meet the impatient gaze of her eldest brother, Song Shuheng.
“What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and drive her away!”
“Yes, on such a good New Year’s Eve, don’t let her sully the Marquis’ threshold!” Second brother Song Shuyan nodded vigorously, as if wishing he could tear down the door she had knocked upon and cast it into the fire.
Stung by the loathing in their eyes, Song Qinghuan could not help but crawl forward on her knees. “Why, Brother? I am your own sister!”
“Bah! What sister?”
“Since you were taken as a hostage to the Rongdi, ten years have passed. For you to return whole after so long, you must have groveled for survival in their capital, disgracing the honor of our Jingan Marquis’ household!”
Third brother Song Shuche rolled his eyes, looking at Song Qinghuan as if she were something filthy.
Hearing this, Song Qinghuan shook her head instinctively, trying to defend herself. “I haven’t…”
Twelve years a