A five-year-old goddess, raised to become an emperor for all time through a bronze mirror.

Fast forward to the modern era, and everything inside the detention center seems so indifferent and orderly.

The white walls reflected a cold light, and rows of iron bars, like merciless cages, divided the space into small observation rooms.

Zheng Peilan's steps were heavy as lead, her heart pounding in her chest. She clutched the thin visitation pass tightly, as if it were the only connection between her and her daughter.

She walked down the long corridor, each step feeling like walking on needles, excruciatingly painful.

Finally, Zheng Peilan arrived at the visiting room where Wen Wan was.

Through the thick glass window, she saw her daughter's figure, and in that instant, her heart was gripped tightly.

Wen Wan sat opposite her, dressed in a uniform light blue prison uniform. Her once vibrant body now appeared so thin and frail, as if a gust of wind could blow her over.

Her face had almost no excess flesh, her cheekbones were slightly prominent, and her eye sockets were deep-set;

Her once clear eyes had lost their luster and looked somewhat empty, as if her soul had drifted away.

Her hair was simply tied into a ponytail, but a few stray strands still hung limply by her ears, revealing her haggard appearance.

Her gentle skin had lost its former luster, becoming pale and dry, and even smiling seemed to have become difficult;

Her lips were chapped, and a faint sadness lingered at the corners of her mouth, as if telling of the bitterness in her heart.

Zheng Peilan picked up the phone, and Wen Wan reached out to take it as well. Those hands, once delicate and soft, had become rough, with unhealthy white edges on the nails.

A gentle voice came through the microphone, hoarse and weak, like a candle flame blown by the wind, which might be extinguished at any moment.

"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry." She tried to comfort her mother, but her forced composure and strained smile only highlighted her haggard appearance.

Zheng Peilan's eyes reddened, and she fought back tears, her heart filled with helplessness and pain, but she still spoke relentlessly:

"You're so stupid, how did they find out? Do something, don't leave a trace!"

Her voice carried a hint of reproach, but even more so, it expressed her heartache and worry for her daughter.

Sigh, after hearing this news these past two days, she hasn't been able to sleep or eat properly;

After trying every possible means, I managed to get a visitation opportunity through connections, and I also spent a lot of money to pull strings.

Old Man Fu seemed to be deliberately making things difficult for her. No matter how much Zheng Peilan begged him, he wouldn't give her any face. She couldn't even enter the Fu family home, let alone see Fu Tong!

Wen Wan shook her head and sighed, "Sigh... Mom... There's nothing I can do. The old man divided half of his property to Jian Niannian, and I was in a hurry!"

As she spoke, she tightly wrapped her hands around the telephone cord, as if it were her only lifeline.

"What??? Half of the assets? It's all going to that brat?" Zheng Peilan was shocked. Her voice rose a few decibels, attracting the attention of the onlookers nearby.

"Hmm... half of it. I did see that asset distribution contract!"

Her gentle voice turned low, filled with disappointment and helplessness, as if she had been struck hard by an invisible pressure.

"Has that old man gone mad?"

Zheng Peilan's eyes widened in disbelief, and a surge of anger instantly ignited within her; she simply couldn't accept this fact, and her whole body trembled slightly with rage.

No! We absolutely cannot just sit here and wait to die! Zheng Peilan clenched her fists tightly, secretly vowing to take action to change everything.

After all, Tongtong is the rightful and only heir of the Fu family. What right does that arrogant and ignorant girl Jian Niannian have to try and take what belongs to Tongtong?

Thinking of this, a ruthless glint flashed in Zheng Peilan's eyes, and she said sharply:

"Don't worry, I'll take care of this. I will never stand by and watch Tongtong suffer the slightest injustice!"

Hearing her mother's words, Wen Wan's heart tightened, and she quickly tried to comfort her:

"Mom, please don't do anything reckless! Given Old Master Fu's current temper, even I don't know how many years he will be sentenced to."

Just the day before yesterday, Fu Ci actually came to visit Wen Wan.

Wen Wan was overjoyed and naively thought that he had come to say a few good words for her.

Who would have thought that he would come all this way to deliver the divorce papers and insist that Wen Wan sign and put her fingerprint on them immediately;

Moreover, Fu Ci told Wen Wan firmly that there was no possibility of them getting back together!

With her long eyelashes lowered and a deep disappointment in her eyes, Wen Wan said softly:

"He said... there's no possibility between us anymore... he knows everything, including the fact that I deliberately approached him before!"

Tears welled up in her eyes, and her voice trembled slightly.

"Who? Could it be Fu Ci?" came an urgent question from the other end.

Wen Wan nodded gently. "Yes! I've already signed the divorce agreement! I guess the relevant procedures are being processed right now!"

After saying that, she seemed to have all her strength drained away.

Suddenly, a sharp "smack" was heard. Zheng Peilan angrily slammed the phone on the table and roared furiously:

"That Fu Ci has really got some nerve! He actually dared to ask you for a divorce! I'll teach him a lesson!"

Before she finished speaking, she turned around and hurriedly walked out.

As he walked, he quickly took out his phone, opened a ride-hailing app, and set his destination to the Fu Group without hesitation.

As Wen Wan watched Zheng Peilan's figure gradually disappear into the distance, a pang of sorrow gripped her heart. Her forlorn expression was like a flower withering in autumn, evoking pity in the viewer.

She sighed inwardly, recalling all the moments she had shared with Fu Ci, only to end up like this now. She felt like someone who had squandered a winning hand.

Ugh......

That long sigh was filled with so much helplessness and regret!

The scene shifts, and Zheng Peilan is seen rushing to the Fu Group building.

At that moment, she was tightly holding a huge package in her hand, her face full of anger.

Her eyes were firm, her steps resolute, like a lioness protecting her cubs, ready to fight for her daughters' interests.

Without saying a word, she took a loudspeaker out of her bag and gently pressed the button.

Instantly, a sharp and loud voice echoed throughout the street: "Fu Ci, you get out here right now! Now that you've achieved a little success, you think you're all grown up?"

You're even abandoning your own wife? Confess honestly, are you having an affair?

“Fu Ci…you come down here. You have the guts to dump your wife, but not the guts to come out?” Zheng Peilan’s voice was full of anger and challenge, echoing between the buildings.

"My Wenwan has been with you for years and gave birth to your daughter. She almost died on the operating table from severe bleeding. Now that she has made a small mistake, you don't want her anymore!"

Zheng Peilan's voice gradually choked up, but she persisted and refused to show weakness.

"Are you even human? Fu Ci! Get down here right now and tear up that divorce agreement!" Her voice reached its climax, her emotions running high.

More and more people gathered around, some taking out their phones to film, others whispering and discussing amongst themselves.

Among the crowd were office workers, students, housewives, and curious passersby;

Their expressions varied; some showed sympathy, some curiosity, and some were simply watching the spectacle.

"What's going on here? Is this the set of some TV series?" a young girl asked the person next to her curiously.