[Double life + palace fight + wife chasing crematorium + progressive and Machiavellian heroine]
Lu Mingyi was born in the Shangshu Mansion. She was from a truly humble family. She was betrothed to the crown prince Li Zhaoting just after she reached the age of hair. The heir apparent was a dignified and dignified prince, and he was the object of competition for countless noble ladies in the capital. He was also a thorn in the side of noble families.
Lu Mingyi thought that the family forced Li Zhaoting to marry her as a concubine, but even as a concubine, Li Zhaoting made her nameless and real, with the same honor as the crown prince's concubine. Lu Mingyi thought that although the man was cold and unfeeling, he still regarded her as his wife in his heart. Until later, there was a domineering noble concubine and a doting dancer, but Lu Mingyi was still a Yuan concubine in name only, living in the Queen's Kunning Palace. Her sincerity was torn to pieces by the emperor's mind. Under the strife in the harem, Lu Mingyi died tragically.
But I don't want to live my life again.
Since the emperor is unworthy of sincerity, she devises a clever design to seize the favor and let the emperor's authority become a ladder for her to ascend to heaven.
Li Zhaoting, who was still the prince, saw that his father was weak and incompetent. The family controlled the government and made concessions to external enemies. In order to check and balance the family, Li Zhaoting took the initiative to marry the Lu family's daughter. However, in Li Zhaoting's heart, a person like Lu Mingyi, who was upright and too soft-hearted, could not be the queen. She would only become a withered skeleton under the imperial city amid conspiracy and frame-up.
But Lu Mingyi still died, on the hospital bed, in the hands of the woman he regarded as a pawn. When their eldest son, the Dayong Prince, came to question him with a blood-stained sword, Li Zhaoting's sanity, which he thought was impregnable, was almost instantly shattered. The arrogant emperor held the plain hand in the coffin and wept bitterly.
