She is the daughter of the left prime minister,
He is the son of the Right Prime Minister.
She drew his portrait every day to express her love for him.
He begged his father, the right minister, to ask the emperor to grant him a marriage to the person of his heart.
On the day he married his wife, she threw away her purple brush and never painted portraits again.
After she left, he looked for her everywhere, leaving aside his identity as the only son of Xiangguo, just to find her and tell her that he had recognized the wrong person and that she was the one he wanted.
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