Ruyi in Bloom

My mother was the famous Butcher Xi Shi.

She went up the mountain one day, found my father gravely injured and missing his memories, and married him.

When I was five, Father recovered his memories.

In one leap, he became the Young Duke of Duke Ping’s Mansion.

Several lines of text suddenly drifted before my eyes:

[The male lead finally remembers everything! Hurry up and get away from that crude shrew. Meibao is still waiting for you in The Capital.]

[A man as pure and noble as the male lead was picked up and defiled by that vicious supporting woman. No wonder he wants her dead.]

[These cannon-fodder mother and daughter actually dare to run off and make trouble for Meibao? Where does a homewrecker get the nerve? They really are a pair of idiots.]

I was scared out of my wits and immediately turned to tell Mother.

That very night, the two of us put our heads together and decided we would not be suicidal villainesses.

If Father wanted to be a heartless man, then he could pay compensation and divorce Mother.

With gold and silver in hand, we could recruit eight or ten live-in husbands to wait on us.

Mother and I were delighted.

Who would have thought that Father was standing behind us, looking downright sinister?

“Abandoning your husband and your father. Very good. You two think I’m dead, do you?”

“Talk. Who put you up to this? The bun shop next door, or the flatbread stall at the end of the street?”