In the spring of the first year of Yongqing, Shen Jiayin, who had been a widow for seven years, returned to the prosperous Jade Capital in a carriage.
When she was young, she was very beautiful in the capital. With her face and a humble background as a merchant girl, she rose to the top of the imperial family.
The number one scholar, Lang Zhen, fell in love with her. The two had a deep love for each other and became a pair, which led to a beautiful conversation.
However, three years after the marriage, the number one scholar died on his way back to Beijing.
After living in seclusion in the south of the Yangtze River for seven years, on a misty and rainy day, Shen Jiayin gave her deceased husband a stick of incense and got on the carriage back to Beijing.
A new emperor ascended the throne in Beijing, and a new courtier was appointed to the court. Shen Jiayin was selective and set her sights on a widower.
An old friend who once followed her fiancé and looked at her quietly when she was young, and then looked away as if nothing had happened.
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Gao Zhe's love for Shen Jiayin was shallow. He only loved Shen Jiayin's face that was more delicate than a rose.
And it just so happened that Shen Jiayin's love was also shallow. She only loved Gao Zhe's power, the status he could bring her, the stability he could bring to her family, and... The identity he could use for her to exploit.
They are shallow, mean, vulgar...
They were a match made in heaven.
A widow matches a widower, a cold heart matches a ruthless one, they are a match made in heaven.
They bowed three times in the hall, and they lived forever
They grow old together, they stay together for a lifetime
—The heroine is not wronged.
The cold-faced dog-licking male protagonist is a virgin.
A vulgar, cliched story.
A sophisticated, imperfect love.
Intention: Flowers blooming in the dust, redeeming each other in the secular world.