(It's too depressing, and the heroine is too downtrodden. I can't keep writing it. I'll revise it later, and when I do, I'll definitely update.)
A formal betrothal makes a wife; an elopement makes a concubine.
Cui Liu defied the whole world to seek out Qi Hong. The two married, but in the end she still became a concubine.
She could only blame herself for choosing the wrong man.
Then she met one scumbag, then another, then a third.
In the end, even the tofu seller at her door started bullying her.
Cui Liu couldn't help patting the back of the little shoulder pole and asking, "Everyone else sells tofu for three coins a liang. Why do you always charge me five?"
P.S. 1. A little angst is good for the soul. The heroine is not a virgin.
(Okay, I was wrong. It wasn't angsty at all once I wrote it. I still need to work on that.)
2. Qi Hong is not the male lead. He's a piece of trash!
3. Cui Liu is the one and only heroine. (Stamped.)
4. The title comes from "Flowers fall, water carries their red away; a thousand idle sorrows, wordless resentment toward the east wind." From "Shang Hua Shi," in the Xianlü mode.
5. Keep it up!
Don't you hate the female supporting role? Didn't she instruct the maid to bully the heroine?
If a man takes his wife as a concubine, does he still need to have official status?
Your writing is very good, please work harder to update it!!!
There can be countless people in my heart...
The question mark was swallowed again! Every time I add it, I have to look at this big scumbag Qi Hong again! I will make sure you write a story that will make you miserable! (Don't pay attention to the author, the author is suffering from convulsions)