Everyone envied Lu Siqian for her blessed birth. She was the legitimate daughter of the Chancellor's household, a precious pearl of noble blood. But fortune fades at its peak. She was frail, and a Daoist even declared that she wouldn't live past the age of sixteen.
The Chief Grand Secretary doted on his daughter and searched everywhere for a suitable match to bring her good luck through marriage, setting the whole capital abuzz.
Suitors eagerly threw their hats into the ring, but Lu Siqian chose the least favored of the emperor's sons, a prince born to a concubine. She helped him win over court officials and worked herself to the bone. At last, on the day the Third Prince was named heir, she married into the Eastern Palace.
Lu Siqian was overjoyed, believing she had married the man she loved. But married life was neither loving nor happy. Her husband was cold and indifferent, and paid her no attention.
In the end, her life slowly ebbed away, and she died a tragic death in a small courtyard as winter snow fell.
I was very speechless after reading it, but I insisted on reading it. I also support the author, but I don't agree with the author's writing style. The whole text is procrastinating, and the key moments are full of ventriloquism. I don't say what should be said, which makes me anxious.
Is the author planning to write thousands of chapters? The plot is really too dragging, and I have no motivation to follow it.