Suo Chuoluo Rouzhu died, then came back to life.
In the forty-sixth year of Kangxi’s reign, she missed the selection because she was gravely ill. In the forty-seventh year, the emperor assigned her to the Crown Prince as a concubine. But before she could even lay eyes on him, word came that the Crown Prince had been deposed.
The Crown Prince himself was already in a precarious position.
And she, a concubine with no official status, died miserably in an overlooked corner after catching a chill and being unable to get a physician.
Reborn for a second time, she swore she would never again become the Crown Prince’s concubine.
Better yet, she would stay out of the imperial family altogether.
Later:
At Prince Fourth’s manor, she ate well and slept well. She had endless silks and satins to wear, more pearls and jewels than she could fit on her head, and a Prince Fourth who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside to keep her company in bed, indulging her every whim.
She decided she wasn’t going anywhere.
(One devoted couple, one-on-one romance. The heroine is chaste, the hero is not. The heroine is a native of this world, reborn. She is not a strong female lead and isn’t very clever.)
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