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Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken

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As the eldest daughter of Marquis Xuanping Mansion, Xie Wanqing grew up under the care of her parents and elder brother. Since childhood, a marriage was arranged for her with the Princely Heir of the Wuyuan Marquis Mansion. The two were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match celebrated by everyone. Everyone praised her for her blessed life, born into fortune without ever having to endure a hint of hardship. She thought so too. Until she had a dream, in which her fiancé brought back a mistress. That mistress was of maidservant origin but possessed a stunningly beautiful appearance. He cherished that mistress like a treasure, even at the risk of going against his mother’s wishes. He wanted to break off the engagement and marry the mistress, and it was only due to his mother's threat of her own life that he was forced to marry her. They shared tenderness and affection, giving birth to a firstborn, while she was merely a decoration with no power or favor, placed in the backyard and subjected to humiliation. Later, she awoke from the dream…
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