That year, she was 17 years old.
That year, she wore a phoenix crown, a thick gold hairpin and jade hairpin, and smeared fine rouge on her face.
That year, the man she loved most rode on the horse in front of her sedan chair. His majestic appearance attracted frequent glances from passers-by on the street.
That year, when she held a bouquet in her hand and bowed to the man on the other end of the colorful silk, a tear slipped silently from her face under the red silk hijab, smearing the makeup on her cheeks.
The man she loved deeply stood silently in a corner of the hall, unable to see clearly the joy and sorrow on his face.
The man who wanted to marry her was over fifty years old.
And she is the most beautiful woman in Soochow, with a seventeen-year-old youth like a flower.
Her name is Sun Shangxiang.
And the man she loves,
His name is Changshan Zhao Zilong.
Their story is destined to have no sequel.
However, it is good to be bound to him for a lifetime.
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Yueying: "What's the use of being so infatuated with him? In his eyes, you are just his master's wife after all."
Kong Ming: "Even if Zilong is interested in you and as loyal as he is, he wouldn't dare to overstep his bounds."
Wu Guotai: "Since we have become women, we should not imagine too much freedom. Go ahead, my child. It is your blessing to be able to see him occasionally."
Sun Ru: "Sister, I want to marry a man more beautiful than him in the future."