Where the Poplar Flowers Fall Is My Hometown

During the Yongxi period of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the officialdom was ups and downs, aristocratic families were getting married, and the lives of women in the inner house were often tied to the battles and plots in the square inch courtyard. Yang Wanzhen, the concubine of the Yang Mansion, was born in the seventh year of her life. Her biological mother died young and she was left without anyone to rely on. She was walking on thin ice, hiding her wisdom and keeping herself humble. Caught between the majesty of her aunt and the strife of her sisters, she carefully planned a way out for herself with insight and caution far beyond her years. My aunt, Mrs. Liu, came from a well-known family and had strict rules. She seemed to be indifferent and harsh towards the concubine, but in fact she had an unbiased mind and was strict in running the family. She had her own principles and unnoticeable warmth. And Mrs. Yang, sitting at the top of the back house, has experienced wind and rain, and has a clear vision of fire. She is the real anchor of the deep courtyard, and the only light that Yang Wanzhen can glimpse in the dark night. From an unknown concubine to gaining the recognition of her mistress and the favor of her grandmother step by step, before getting married, Yang Wanzhen learned the rules, understood things, and discerned people's hearts in the small world of Yang Mansion, growing up quietly in the wind and frost sword. Until a marriage contract was made, she was betrothed to Xu Zhiyuan, the Xu family of the Yongning Marquis Mansion, who had a strict family tradition but a more complicated relationship. Since then, the undercurrent of the Yang family has not subsided, and the turmoil of the Xu family has risen again. She will face new challenges with the wisdom and character she has developed in her mother's family... There are no adventures in time travel, no treasures from the sky, only the real survival wisdom and human understanding of women in ancient boudoirs. Look at how a seemingly weak poplar flower takes root tenaciously in soil that does not belong to it, and eventually blossoms into full branches, finding a place of peace of mind.