My Lord Betrayed Me

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Main Story Description

Nan Huan waited five years for Wei Yu, because he had promised, "When I come back, I'll marry you."

For those five years, she went on a hunger strike to fight her parents' arranged marriage for her, and was driven out of her home.

Once the most beautiful woman in the capital, she now sold wine from behind a counter, rain or shine.

All to ask travelers from afar whether they'd seen her husband.

She drew Wei Yu's face thousands of times, then pasted the pictures all over the streets and alleys.

Plenty of people wanted to pluck this flower that had fallen from its branch.

But the rich young man who smashed Nan Huan's table had his legs broken the next day, and the hooligan who took liberties with her was hit and killed by a carriage as soon as he left.

Nan Huan had a vague idea of what was going on.

Her parents and relatives, her brothers and sisters, even strangers all called her a madwoman.

Only the unsmiling Prince of Pingbei, Song Mu, came to buy wine and still called her "Third Miss," just as always.

But so what? She still had to wait for Wei Yu.

If five years weren't enough, she'd wait ten. They'd been childhood sweethearts. She refused to believe Wei Yu would betray her!

At last, the day came when Nan Huan finally saw Wei Yu.

He rode into the capital on a tall horse, surrounded by an entourage, still as handsome as ever. She couldn't mistake him.

Except he said he wasn't Wei Yu. His name was Gu An.

He called her a madwoman.

Everyone knew the newly arrived Censor Gu was the Prince of Su's prized son-in-law.

Anyone with eyes could see that Censor Gu looked exactly like the eldest son of the Wei family, who had once been convicted and exiled three thousand li away.

How pitiful for Third Miss Nan, who had waited in vain for five years, only to become a laughingstock.

The wine shop that had never once closed its doors in five years finally shut down.

Nan Huan fell gravely ill. The doctor said she was in serious condition, and everyone waited for news of her death.

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When Wei Yu, accompanying the emperor on a Mount Tai fengshan ceremony, heard Nan Huan was gravely ill, he went mad. He abandoned his wife and his duties, and rushed back to the capital without sleep or rest, only to learn that Nan Huan had been taken into the Prince of Pingbei's residence.

Risking his life, he broke into the prince's residence, hoping to take Nan Huan away.

"I don't want anything anymore. I don't want a career. I won't be Gu An anymore. Nannan, I'm Yulang. I'm your Yulang."

He knelt beside Nan Huan's bed, holding her hand, tears streaming down his face.

She slowly pulled her hand away. "You've mistaken me for someone else, Censor Gu. I'm the Princess of Pingbei, not Nannan."

He raised his head in disbelief. Their figures were reflected behind the bed curtains.

Nan Huan leaned close to Song Mu's ear and whispered, "Husband, have this madman dragged out."

Little Extra

"Your Highness, I may never love you."

"Third Miss, you don't have to love me. That's all right. But you must love yourself a little more."

Devoted, restrained prince Song Mu × world-weary, sickly beauty Nan Huan

Reading Notes: 1. The scummy man Wei Yu chases his wife but fails to win her back. Song Mu, the second male lead, takes the lead role. The man saves the woman.

2. This story is set in an imaginary world and has a high level of melodrama.

3. Both leads are virgins.

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Description Three

The Nan family had six daughters, all beautiful.

Nan Yun was the youngest and prettiest of the six sisters.

She was born with a soft, delicate beauty, eyes as clear as autumn water and a gentle smile and voice.

At fifteen, just after coming of age, she was appointed crown princess by the emperor himself.

Everyone said the marriage was a perfect match, a union made in heaven.

Nan Yun had seen the crown prince a few times. He was a gentle, refined gentleman, and she was very fond of him.

But she never expected that in a palace coup, the virtuous Sixth Prince, He Zhao, would murder his father and brother, and leave the capital awash in blood.

Seizing the throne wasn't enough. He also took her, the crown prince's betrothed, into the palace.

One night, the east wind swept away her dream of love. Behind the red curtains, the girl had skin like snow and a face like ice, fragile and lovely, tears glistening in her eyes. There was nothing about her that wasn't pitiful.

He Zhao lifted her chin and asked with a smile, "What, aren't you happy to be with Me?"

Tears filled the beauty's eyes, but she could only smile and answer, "Your concubine is overjoyed."

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Everyone said the women of the Nan family were fox spirits incarnate, sent down to seduce their masters.

If Nan Yun hadn't charmed He Zhao with her smiles and sweet words, why would the formerly virtuous and courteous He Zhao defy all convention, take the throne from his father and his brother's wife, and lavish his attention on her, a criminal's daughter, night after night?

No one knew that in the depths of the palace, beneath Nan Yun's purple silk robes were golden chains. Her bright, white wrists were shackled to the headboard. She wept day and night, yet still had to force a smile.

Finally, when He Zhao left the palace to wage war, Nan Yun found a chance to free herself from her shackles. She climbed a tall tower at night and leapt to her death.

All that remained was He Zhao, returning victorious to the capital, staring at the empty hall with bloodshot eyes.

[Chasing his wife to the crematorium, faking her death to escape, possessive and coercive love]

Theme: Believe in yourself fully. Don't place all your hopes in someone else.