Three years after his concubine's death, Lu Yu'an finally relented and agreed to marry him.
They didn't get off to a good start. Lu Yuan ignored everyone's objections and kept her by his side as a concubine, smoothing away all her edges.
The two have been together happily for several years.
But how can a man spend his whole life with only one person? Even if she agrees with him, she is nothing more than a concubine.
He will marry a wife who can tolerate her, and they will continue to be entangled as before.
Lu Yuan thought this way.
But until the day before the wedding banquet, when she stood in front of the raging flood, she didn't even look back at him and jumped in without hesitation.
Rong Ji is no more, and my beloved concubine is dead.
Even the corpses were eaten up by the fish.
Lu Yu'an often stayed in front of Rong Ji's grave, recalling the girl's decisive back that day.
People around him advised him, isn't he just a concubine?
Yes, just a concubine. That's all.
Just dreaming back at midnight, tears often wet the temples
So, three years after his concubine died, Lu Yuan finally decided to let him go.
At the flower viewing banquet, he was fat and thin, as beautiful as a cloud. His friend teased him and asked him, among so many women, there must be one who likes him, right?
Lu Yu'an pointed at a woman not far away who was wearing coarse linen clothes and was pregnant with Liujia, and smiled.
"Of course there are people who like it."
The woman raised her face, wasn't it her concubine Rong Ji who had fallen into the water and died three years ago?
Ps: The heroine fakes pregnancy, not running with the ball.
The age difference between the male and female protagonist is nine years
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