All seemed tranquil on the surface, but underneath the calm waters, a fierce undercurrent swirled.
Zhao Shuqin had self-imposed exile in M country for many years, and essentially, she had not had too much to abandon; she lived without worry for food or clothing, and her ambition was boundless.
It was only after returning here that she began to recall the events of those years—right and wrong were ambiguous even to her, yet deep down, she felt that the root of all events lay in the fault of Xi Nian's father—if only he hadn't chosen the wrong person...
If not for that incident, who could say for sure?
She sighed, and the chaos in her eyes suddenly cleared; her objective was to completely seize control of Huanya in her own hands.
The first step to usurping power.
Truth be told, she never really wanted Xi Gu as a son—as he was utterly useless to her.
