Hundreds of men danced on the ice, with blisters on their soles and refused to stop. Only the one who could persist to the end could become my husband. In the end, the handsome young master Lu Yichen won the election, but he faked his death after marrying me and eloped with his pregnant wife. So I also drank the fake death medicine, took all the dowry with me and went to Jiangnan, and married a picked-up scholar.
