King Leng Only Dotes on His Little Slave Concubine

The prince is getting married, the princess and the concubine are getting married on the same day, she is not the protagonist. Born in an era where women are as humble as grass, can she still find her own light? Love and hate are entangled endlessly. You don't care about this heart, but I cherish it. After all, you have to have no one to rely on. Otherwise, how meaningful would it be to experience so much grief?