I am Song Miaomiao. Swapped at birth in a temple, I grew up in a wealthy family while my biological mother guarded her poverty in the countryside. On the day the truth was uncovered, my adoptive mother turned hostile, and my adoptive father even plotted to betroth me to an elderly man as a continuation wife for a bride price of five hundred taels. Refusing to cling to luxury, I removed my golden hairpin and jade bracelet on the spot and returned to the countryside without looking back. My limping mother saw me, killed the egg-laying hen to stew soup for me, her eyes full of tenderness. I suddenly understood that prosperity may not be home, and sincere treatment is where one truly belongs. From then on, I supported my mother with my own hands and wanted to let those who humiliated us see that backbone is more precious than gold, and life can thrive just as well by one's own efforts.