Young and naive, she marries into the prince’s household, the very place she has always dreamed of, by imperial decree. Before she can even wake from her dream, she has become the laughingstock of the entire capital. It turns out she was nothing more than a pawn in someone else’s calculations. The prince’s heart has long belonged to another, and he is deeply in love with her. With no connections in the capital, she is treated with cold indifference. Her position as the principal wife makes her a target, and the intrigues among the women of the deep and sprawling residence leave her helpless and miserable. After several clashes, she is finally defeated and thrown out of the prince’s residence, left to fend for herself in the wilderness. The cruelty of life in the capital and the prince’s cold-hearted indifference leave her disillusioned. At last, she decides to flee the household and disappear into the martial world.
An accident hurls her into the heart of the struggle for the throne. Court conspiracies and surging undercurrents, along with a strange and terrifying fire, bring her to the brink of death and leave her wandering in exile. Yet they also bring the prince to her side. After repeatedly facing death together, can the two still rely on and accompany each other…
The heroine is too humble
I hate this kind of reconciliation the most.
Bland and tasteless, feels like drinking boiled water
Conversation between primary school students [awkward laughter]