Chapter 1: Captive Firewood House

The dim firewood room was filled with a pungent musty smell.
A pair of skinny hands touched the firewood door and stroked down with a force. There was no day in the chaifang, which was the only way she could remember it.
Ten days! Nie Wushuang thought coldly, while increasing the strength of his fingers, perhaps because he was too hard, the long nails on his fingers suddenly snapped.
Cross your fingers, scarlet blood came out.
She retracted her hand without blinking, put it in her mouth, and suddenly her mouth was full of rusty blood. But the pain was nothing to her at all. Compared to the scene of painful heartache ten days ago. It's really nothing.
She sat quietly on the thatched mound in the firewood room, listening to even the slightest sound outside. For ten days, no one came here, except for the little sister-in-law who delivered the meal.
In a short while, the footsteps rang in the yard, and the sound of the iron chain landing at the yard door.
Nie Wushuang stood up quickly and straightened his clothes that were already dirty. She didn't want anyone to see her hunger and embarrassment.
She used to be the honorable niece of the Nie family, and the youngest and most beautiful lady of the state of Qi. Even if trampled into the dust, she should maintain the noblest attitude.
Maybe it was him—Gu Qinghong, her husband.
Will it be him? Nie Wushuang lost hope and ignited a flame of hope.
The door of Chaifang suddenly opened, and glare came in from the outside. Nie Wushuang couldn't help squinting his eyes and trying to see who was coming.
"Mrs. Xianguo, I haven't seen you for a long time. How are you doing these days?" A soft voice sounded outside the firewood room.
Nie Wushuang blinked and waited to see who the person was, and couldn't help sneering on his lips: "Someday you will taste the taste of being detained!"
"Bold!" A few wolf-like family members rushed into the chaifang and dragged her out, shoved the ground, and arrogantly said, "Mrs. Shen is here, you are not kneeling!"
The rough stones rubbed her knees and wrists, and the delicate skin quickly bleeds blood. The pain was like a slap, so that Nie Wushuang, who was already hungry and hungry, suddenly woke up.
She stood up with a sneer, wiped off the blood on her wrist, and looked at the golden-faced, beautiful-looking woman in front of her: "Mrs. Shen? When did you have such a lady in Xiangguo? Not to mention Gu Qinghong hasn't married you yet Let's say I haven't been taken off yet. You want to be a puppet but you do n’t respect me. Your name is not right. What kind of wife are you? "
In the last word, she swept coldly and overthrew her family members, and those people bowed their heads awkwardly.
Shen Rumei's pretty face was about to start, and suddenly she remembered something, giggled, and her red lips were like blood: "Nie Wushuang, do you think you are still the beautiful Mrs. Xianguo? Today I came here to order Xiangguo, he said ... "
Nie Wushuang's face suddenly turned as white as snow. She shook, and it took a long time to hear her trembling voice: "What did he say?"
Shen Rumei just pouted and smiled at Nie Wushuang, as if admiring her panic. After a long time, she admired enough, and then sneered and opened her mouth: "Master Xiang Guo said that Nie had no children for three years, and was jealous and jealous. Say, you have violated the rule of sevens, and withdraw from the hall from now on! "