A year after I married Xie Yunye, he met with danger at the border and was saved by a passing female physician.
To repay her for saving his life, he brought her back to the manor and took her in as his sworn sister.
Gu Qinghan never married after that. She practiced medicine all her life, healing the sick and earning the people’s deep respect.
Later, when Xie Yunye was poisoned, she tested medicines day and night. In the end, the accumulated poison took her life.
And I became the Old Madam of the Marquis Manor for fifty years.
My son was afraid I would be hurt, so he never let me enter the ancestral hall.
Only when I was on my deathbed and wanted to offer Xie Yunye one last stick of incense did I discover that a memorial tablet had appeared in the hall. On it were the words: Wife of Xie Yunye, Gu Qinghan.
My son sighed helplessly. “Mother, Father said before he died that only after meeting Aunt Gu did he understand who his true love was. Sadly, Aunt Gu was too proud to become a concubine, so he promised her burial beside him as his lawful wife.”
“Mother, it is only a title. Once a person dies, everything is empty. Please let Aunt Gu have it.”
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Xie Yunye brought Gu Qinghan home.
“Rong Yu, Qinghan has no father or mother. I want to take her in as my sworn sister. You…”
My expression was indifferent. “As you wish, my lord.”
