The third branch of the Old Han family was paralyzed. The wife fed blood to her son daily, her face as pale as a ghost. The youngest daughter was a cripple, and only the eldest daughter was somewhat pretty. Old Madam Han wanted to trade her for food. Han Luoxue woke up to a hellish start. Of course, she first used a scheme to split the family, even if it meant living in a haunted house! Everyone in the village was waiting for the third branch, who had left with nothing, to starve to death. But why was their life getting better and better? Not only did they eat chicken, duck, and wild boar meat every day, but who could tell me where they got so much grain to sell? Later, the youngest daughter was no longer lame, Han Lao San could hunt again, the ghost-like wife became graceful and stunning, and the son, who was so thin he looked like he could drop dead at any moment, was as strong as a pony. Even the ugly, crippled man the eldest daughter married became a handsome young man? What? Han Luoxue’s husband ran away? The Old Han family came again to mock them, but a luxurious and noble carriage stopped in front of Han Lao San’s door. Hundreds of iron-blooded soldiers knelt on one knee: "Respectfully invite the Crown Princess back to the capital!"