In the blink of an eye, Qingming Festival is almost here.
Old Madam Tao and Maternal Aunt Tao teamed up, determined to have the Prince Consort take Tao Yuan, the child born of a concubine, to the ancestral hall for tomb sweeping.
The Eldest Princess adamantly disagrees.
"I have at least borne you two daughters!"
"Your Tao Family is beyond unreasonable!"
Tao Prince Consort feels somewhat guilty, but he still refuses to change his stance.
"Princess, I know I've wronged you!"
"But that's my mother's wish, we can't disobey her!"
The Eldest Princess is furious.
"Mother, mother, in your eyes, there's only your mother? What about me? We've shared a bed for five or six years, have you ever given me any thought?"
She stares at him with disdain, unwilling to believe that this despicable man is the same handsome gentleman from the past.
"How did you treat me back then? How are you treating me now?"
"In just a few short years, you've changed so much!"
