Her family commanded a powerful army, so she was forced to enter the palace to ease the royal family's suspicions.
Once inside, she established herself as a fragile, devoted innocent. At the slightest disturbance, her eyes would redden and tears would gather, ready to fall. Whenever she looked on the verge of tears like that, the emperor had to watch every step around her and weigh every word, afraid one harsh remark would bring those precious “golden beans” tumbling down.
Day after day, the emperor, a decisive ruler accustomed to ruthless action, grew so careful around her that he ended up falling sincerely in love. He shielded her at every turn and raised her all the way to the rank of Noble Consort. Not only did he leave her father's military power intact, he trusted and relied on him even more.
But however indulgent the emperor was, however lavishly he showered her with favor and poured his heart into her, he never won even a shred of genuine affection in return. From beginning to end, there was no place for him in her heart.
I am particularly speechless. Although the female protagonist had a fake miscarriage, the male protagonist actually left her to accompany another concubine and helped that concubine clear her name. It was funny that she still fell in love like this. Can women stop being so cheap?