*
In her previous life, Wu Yu was a maid, yet she alone enjoyed the crown prince's favor.
When he ascended the throne, she was made a noble consort.
Caught in the struggles of the imperial harem, Wu Yu had neither power nor influence. The other consorts bullied and mistreated her. She pretended not to care and silently endured it all, only for everything to end in tragedy.
In the seventh year of Jiahe, her young son died. Wu Yu could no longer bear the pressure and fell into despair. As she lay dying, Zhao Chengnian held her hand and begged that, if they were born again, they could live as an ordinary married couple.
But she wished that if there were another life, they would never meet again.
He clearly didn't love her, so why did he insist on keeping her trapped?
When she opened her eyes again, she was the cherished daughter of the Wu family of Yizhou. In this life, she had a loving father and mother, and was happy. But then she met him again.
They had the same name but different identities. In this life, he was merely the young prince of Prince Qing's residence.
After what she had been through in her previous life, Wu Yu wanted only to live out her days in peace, far from trouble and without getting involved with Zhao Chengnian.
Whenever she saw him, she kept well away.
But fate had other plans, and everything began to change in secret.
Wu Yu, having learned her lesson the hard way, resolved that since she had a second chance at life, she would not repeat the mistakes of her previous life. She would change everything, and stay away from this man.
*
Everyone said Wu Yu was lucky.
She had been on the verge of death, but had unexpectedly survived. Then, in the palace, she alone enjoyed the emperor's favor.
She thought that what they shared was love.
But in the end, she discovered she was nothing more than a substitute.
She would rather have died in the plague when she was little
than live as a caged beast in the depths of the palace.
Theme: Break with convention and build a strong, prosperous, democratic society
It's great, can't wait for the next chapter!
Five minutes? Can ancient timekeeping be accurate to minutes and seconds? I remember it was a quarter of an hour, a stick of incense, an hour...
I always feel like the heroine is posting comments online...
The writing is very good and the logic is very clear!