The peerlessly beautiful dancer of the capital was redeemed by the heir of Prince Qin. Everyone said that if she became the young lord's concubine, she would live a life of luxury. She thought so too. The heir promised to make her his wife, and despite everyone's objections, vowed to be with her and her alone for life.
She was still young and naive, and had only just fallen in love. He hid her away in an alley, while she watched him marry a noblewoman from a great family in a grand sedan chair. Her heart grew cold.
Then war broke out, and the rebels seized the capital. She fled with the crowd, only to be pierced through the chest by a stray arrow. She knew then that this was all her life would ever amount to.
Given another life, she would leave this faithless man and this troubled world behind, find herself an ordinary husband, and live out her days in peace. But fate had other plans. The man who redeemed her from the brothel, married her, and cherished her above all else was the most renowned young general. This life was never going to be ordinary.
"The general is the snow of the northern frontier, and A Zhi is its plum blossom."
"I'll pluck a plum blossom and give it to my wife for a lifetime."
Reader advisory:
This is not a story about an exceptionally strong heroine. The female lead is an ordinary young woman from an ordinary family. The couple marry first and fall in love later. Happy ending.
A new author starting a new story. My writing is amateurish, so feedback is welcome.
Theme: Live toward the sun
