Lin Yuan often wondered if she was always making wishes, and that's how Heaven had learned exactly how to torment her. She became a princess consort, but the prince had given his heart to his beloved secondary consort, his unattainable dream girl. After she was cast aside, she still had to share his hardships. If it meant staying alive, so be it! But as time went on, she began to feel that something was off. He'd stopped going on about his dream girl... But please, no! Who wants a cripple?
She could only hope his mother, the empress, would hurry up and take him away, while she claimed the wealth and glory she and her son had been promised. As for the man himself, she didn't want him.
Who could have guessed that after Song Zhaojing reclaimed his title as prince, he would insist on keeping her by his side? At least she no longer had to suffer as before. But when his dream girl became a widow, he couldn't bear to leave her alone, so he brought her back to the prince's estate.
Lin Yuan: “I really did like you once, many years ago. The first time I saw you, you were wearing a snow-white sable cloak and asked me the name of a flower. It was a moth orchid. But you don't remember, and I won't remember anymore either.”
She had planned to return to her hometown, but unexpectedly discovered that her memories had been tampered with. Her grandmother hadn't died of illness; she'd died before Lin Yuan left home to enter the palace. To uncover the truth, she agreed to Song Zhaoyun's scheme, and they became each other's pawns.
Song Zhaoyun: “Why don't you become my wife?”
Lin Yuan: “I was already your pawn, and you were mine!”
Song Zhaoyun: “...”
Lin Yuan: “Oh! Well, you're so handsome, I suppose I'll agree.”
Song Zhaoyun: “More handsome than my younger brother?”
Lin Yuan: “...”
