Marry a Beggar at the Beginning, and the Sweethearts Cry and Beg for Forgiveness

I was granted a marriage by the emperor, and my two sweethearts both agreed to come and snatch my hydrangea. But on the day of choosing a husband, the hydrangea seemed to have become a hot potato. Finally, I fell into the arms of a beggar. I watched my two bamboo horses follow the fake daughter who was taken back to the house from the embroidery building. It was hard to disobey the emperor's order, so I had to accept my fate. But he didn't expect that a few days later, a man who looked like a noble man would come to his door. Claiming to be the beggar who received the hydrangea that day...