In the Song Dynasty, Premier Fu Qingshu had a beautiful and lovely daughter named Fu Rongruo. On this day, Fu Rongruo suddenly found her father and said that she fell in love with Song Ziqi, a scholar who came to take the exam, and wanted to divorce her rich and powerful fiancé, Chen Bai.

Fu Qingshu had been in the high position of prime minister for many years, and he had also been soaked in wealth for many years. He was too popular, so he naturally refused to marry his daughter to a poor scholar from a poor family. Seeing Song Ziqi, who had come to propose marriage, not only pointed at him and scolded him, but also ignored Fu Rongruo's objections, and asked his servants to beat Song Ziqi out.

Just at this time, a minister of the DPRK and China came to invite Fu Qingshu to go out to watch the play. After Fu Qingshu severely scolded the servants for being optimistic about Fu Rongruo, he brought two followers and went out directly.

Who would have expected that a fire would break out in the prime minister's mansion shortly after Fu Qingshu left? Fortunately, he found it in time. When he hurried back, the fire had been extinguished.

The fire started abruptly, but it did not spread out. It only burned the furniture in one bedroom, and even the walls were almost burned through. Looking at this scene, the servants who participated in the firefighting were all scared and tears flowed, and the two wars could hardly stand.

For the huge prime minister's mansion, burning down one or two houses was not a big deal, but the problem was that this house happened to be Fu Rongruo's bedroom. Before the fire broke out, many people saw her sitting in front of the window playing the piano and entertaining herself, and from time to time wiped away the tears on her face.

The servants did not find Fu Rongruo and concluded that she was trapped in the bedroom. They rushed into the fire to rescue her, but they were all unable to rescue her because the fire was too big.

After the fire was extinguished, someone found a charred female corpse in the ruins. Seeing the miserable state of the corpse huddled in the corner, everyone couldn't help but shed tears.

Chen Bai quickly got the news and rushed to the Prime Minister's mansion. He and Song Ziqi had a feud because of the competition between poetry and poetry. Now that he heard that his fiancee Fu Rongruo loved Song Ziqi and died for him, he was naturally very jealous. After a few laps around the fire scene, Chen Bai suddenly came up with a poisonous plan to frame Song Ziqi. He whispered in Fu Qingshu's ear, "Uncle Fu, in my opinion, it is impossible for Sister Rong Ruo to commit suicide. It must be Song Ziqi who could not force her to rape and set her on fire!"

Fu Qingshu looked up at Chen Bai, and Chen Bai said, "Sister Rong Ruo died so miserably, we can't let Song Ziqi go easily! Uncle is useful to my little nephew, just ask, my little nephew will die!"

Fu Qingshu asked the servant to bring Song Ziqi over for interrogation. As soon as the three of them met, Chen Bai clamored to tie Song Ziqi up and go to the judge for punishment.

Song Ziqi still didn't understand what happened, so he hurriedly asked Fu Qingshu, "Uncle Fu, what are you doing? I haven't done anything illegal!" After looking at Song Ziqi for a while, Chen Bai said coldly, "Song Ziqi, what kind of garlic are you still pretending to be here? I didn't expect you to be so vicious that even Miss Rong Ruo could kill you ruthlessly!"

Song Ziqi was suddenly confused, rushed over and grabbed Chen Bai's sleeve, and asked anxiously, "Please, tell me what happened to Miss Rong Ruo What happened to her?"

Fu Qingshu slammed the table fiercely, and the teacups that were resting on the table were shaken to the ground. His face looked very scary, so gloomy that it was almost breathless. He gritted his teeth at Song Ziqi and said, "I asked the servants to beat you out, and you held a grudge and wanted to set us on fire, didn't you?"

At this point, Fu Qingshu clutched his chest and took a deep breath. He glared at Song Ziqi and reprimanded loudly, "I was the one who disagreed with your marriage with Rong Ruo, and I was the one who asked someone to beat you up. Why did you hurt Rong Ruo? Is this the way you repay her love for you?" Song Ziqi was stunned, he knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down his face, crying, "Rong Ruo and I have already sworn to live and die together, how could I hurt her?" As he spoke, he kowtowed three times to Fu Qingshu, and vowed to find out the real murderer for her beloved. Seeing this, Fu Qingshu was deeply touched. He personally brought Song Ziqi to the side of the charred female corpse. Song Ziqi trembled, but he did not dare to uncover the shroud.

After a while, the cloud of sadness on Song Ziqi's face suddenly dissipated. He bowed respectfully to Fu Qingshu and said happily, "Uncle Fu doesn't have to be sad anymore. According to Wansheng, this female corpse will definitely not be Miss Rong Ruo."

As soon as Song Ziqi finished speaking, Chen Bai, who had been standing on the side for a long time, jumped up and cursed: "Who else could it be if it wasn't Rong Ruo?

Fu Qingshu coughed, stopped Chen Bai's roar, and motioned Song Zizhi to continue. Song Zizhi smiled slightly and said, "I just saw Miss Rong Ruo today, she is refreshed, her face is ruddy and healthy, and this female corpse was infected with tuberculosis before she was burned to death by the fire, and she was very sick!"

"The lips of this female corpse are slightly parted, and there is some dry ash in her mouth, which looks like she was burned alive by fire." At this point, Song Ziqi changed the subject and said, "According to common sense, when a living person is burned by fire, they will definitely struggle and cry, inhaling smoke and dust, and the dust should be thin mud when it meets saliva. It can be seen that this woman died when the fire started, and the dry ash in her mouth was put in after the corpse was burned."

When Fu Qingshu saw Song Ziqi, he immediately saw the doubts about the female corpse. He analyzed the problem without thinking, but he was clear, and he couldn't help but show a smile on his face. Chen Bai was dumbfounded when he heard it.

Under Song Ziqi's questioning, Fu Qingshu told the truth about the fire.

It turned out that shortly after the fire broke out, Fu Rongruo was rescued. Because her appearance was destroyed and she had been hiding from anyone, the charred female corpse was taken as Fu Rongruo.

Fu Qingshu sighed and said to Chen Bai, "You are infatuated with Rong Ruo and grew up with her.

At this point, Fu Qingshu clapped his hands, and a masked woman walked forward. She stretched out her slender hand and gently uncovered the veil from her face. Under the hideous and terrifying wound, it seemed to be the beautiful face of the past. This woman is Fu Rongruo, who was born with national beauty and natural fragrance in the past.

When Chen Bai saw this, cold sweat streamed all over his face. He patted his head and repeatedly said there were urgent matters to do at home, turned around and left, forgetting to say goodbye. When Chen Bai left, Fu Qingshu asked Song Ziqi again, "Although it wasn't Rong Ruo who died, we still don't know if you started the fire. You are still the most suspected person. However, if you are willing to marry Rong Ruo as your wife, I can pretend that nothing happened and give you half of the entire property of the Prime Minister's Mansion."

Fu Qingshu looked at Song Ziqi proudly, waiting for him to say an answer that satisfied him. Who would have expected that Song Ziqi took a deep look at the masked woman and said word by word, "No! I don't want to!" Fu Qingshu was stunned for a moment and asked in disbelief, "You are unwilling to accept such a good condition, is it because Rong Ruo is not beautiful anymore?"

Song Ziqi shook his head and said in a low voice, "You are wrong. No matter what kind of appearance Miss Rong Ruo becomes, I am willing to be with her for the rest of my life. It is also because I love her that I want to find out the truth and marry her as my wife with an innocent body!"

At that moment, a glass screen in the hall was toppled to the ground. Song Ziqi turned around and saw Fu Rongruo rushing over with tears on her face and hugging him tightly.

Fu Qingshu said softly, "Good daughter, admit defeat to your father, you really chose a good husband for yourself."

Fu Rongruo raised his head and smiled at Song Ziqi, his cheeks as beautiful as flowers in the candlelight. Only then did Song Ziqi realize that her face was smooth and there were no scars from the fire at all.

Under Song Ziqi's repeated questioning, Fu Rongruo told him all the truth - it turned out that all this was a series of gambles set up by her and her father Fu Qingshu to test the sincerity of Chen Bai and Song Ziqi.

Hearing this, Song Ziqi suddenly asked Fu Rongruo, "Who is the burnt female corpse?"

Fu Rongruo laughs and punches him coquettishly: "Fool, that's a servant in our mansion. She's so sick that she has only one breath left. My father made her my stand-in..."

Song Ziqi's heart became heavy, and he whispered, "Then... that disfigured woman..."

Fu Rongruo was stunned for a moment and said nonchalantly, "Who made her look like me? She has to be realistic when acting! Besides, how can she have the same face as me when she comes from such a humble background? Although I ruined her appearance, I also gave her a large sum of money, so she won't suffer a loss!"

Song Ziqi let out a long sigh and left the Prime Minister's mansion without saying a word. All the love and passion in his heart was completely consumed by the callousness of this father and daughter and this gamble that regarded human life as a straw.