Su Min'an's powerful ex-husband, the regent prince, has been poisoned and lost his memory.

His memory is stuck in the ten years when he loved her the most.

He brought her back to the capital from Yangzhou, doted on her, and even let her trample on his empress.

But he forgot that he had already casually given her away to another man, discarding her like a worn-out shoe.

Her former mother-in-law threatened her with the lives of her current husband and son, forcing her to stay with her ex-husband for three months until he recovered from the poison.

She counted down the days, playing the role of the regent's beloved wife, waiting only for the three-month term to end so that her ex-husband would remember how much he hated her and kick her out of the palace gates, allowing her to return to Yangzhou with her husband and son to live a peaceful life.

When the regent regained his memory, he indeed kicked him, but it was his beloved one who got kicked?

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When Jiang Yuanmo fell on hard times, his maid Su Min'an accompanied him from poverty to his restoration as regent.

He vowed to make Su Min'an the happiest woman in the world.

But ever since she returned to Beijing from Yangzhou, she has become a different person, shrouded in secrets.

With her legs crippled, ribs broken, and clumsy acting skills while desperately trying to survive, she plays the role of a submissive wife, and secretly has a lovely baby with another man...

When she attempted to escape for the fifth time, he cornered her at the palace gates, saying, "We need to have a serious talk; you seem to have a deep misunderstanding of me."

Man's first requirement is to live, the second is still to live, and the third is still to live… In certain circumstances, living becomes a luxury. In hell, we look up at heaven, reaching out our hands. Though we cannot touch heaven, we can at least get closer to it. We sing in hell, we give thanks in hell, we love in hell, we kill in hell. We embrace each other with tears in our eyes, then plunge daggers into each other's chests, not for anything else, but for that faint, almost imperceptible gratitude. The world of the Song Dynasty is my bondage, and also my sky. Only birds that soar in flight understand the meaning of the sky. The Emperor said—"Lend me a corner of the royal mansion, so you and your child may find refuge." Tie Xinyuan said—"I will repay a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but you cannot ask for anything. Whatever reward I give you, you must accept it." I may be smarter than all of you. In a sense, I am a prophet, I am a philosopher, I am a god!