I am the lowest maid in the Shangshu Mansion, and I am not even qualified to raise my head to look at Chu Qianhe, the prime minister's son.
Holding a handkerchief embroidered with ink bamboo, she hid under the locust tree and peeked at him.
Until the palace envoy crossed the threshold of Shangshu Mansion - I was actually Princess Zhaohua who had been separated for more than ten years!
The maid turned into a princess, and the difference between cloud and mud was bridged. His Majesty granted me a marriage, and I married the man I had longed for.
The sky was filled with red silk, and everyone said they were a match made in heaven.
But only I know that his gentleness is concealed with restraint, and my joy is concealed with apprehension.
Half a year later, I personally handed over the letter of acceptance and departure.
Beidi cavalry pressed down on the border, and the marriage edict fell on his shoulders. I took off my red makeup and stepped into the yellow sand thousands of miles away.
The sweet-scented osmanthus in Chang'an blooms and withers, and there is no one to warm the peach blossoms for me.
And that powerful man never married again.
