A blue-and-white porcelain lamp, a pear tree in bloom; a wisp of cloud and mist, a frost flower.
When she resolutely leaped from the Reincarnation Platform, all she wished for, in heaven and on earth, was to give everything to keep him safe.
Her fate was not her own. Whose voice kept ringing in her ears, guiding her step by step toward the small figure beneath the pear tree? Even though he had taken a princess as his wife and surrounded himself with concubines, even though family ties and friendships became tangled, she still believed in the childish promise they had made long ago, and in the figure she could never forget from her dreams.
Little did she know that this road ahead would lead her, step by step, to a fate from which there was no escape.
Flowers like lonely snow dye the earth white; fine rain on the wind chimes longs for green grass.
Why hold on so stubbornly?
Because he once did the same.
Now, all that has changed is that I will be the one to hold on for him.
According to ancient rules, a concubine's status was very low and she could only be regarded as half a master. It was inappropriate for Yang Ruqing and her second mother to sit in the same sedan chair. Could it be that the second mother is an equal wife?
I guess Yang Yin is the heroine's biological brother…