Cen Lang, the sickly third daughter of a great general, had a dream.
In her dream, the two families formed an alliance through marriage, and she was married to Prince Liang. He was handsome beyond compare, brilliantly talented, and the most famous man in the capital. There was just one thing: his heart belonged to someone else, his moonlight.
For the sake of his moonlight, he ignored her, his princess consort, grew colder by the day, and even denied her the dignity she deserved.
The neighboring courtyard rang with song and laughter every night, and from time to time, his moonlight would brazenly bully her to her face.
And she, in love with Prince Liang, kept all her pain bottled up for his sake.
At the end of the dream, in order to save his moonlight, Prince Liang forcibly took her blood. He paid no heed to her lifelong frailty, and she barely lasted a month in agony before she died.
When she awoke, her heart was still pounding.
Cen Lang, who had been bedridden for years, clutched her chest and coughed in fright. The pain she had felt before dying seemed to linger in her heart. Her eyes were damp when she looked up, wet with tears brought on by her coughing.
Cen Lang's round, tear-bright eyes could only find the dream absurd.
What Prince Liang? She'd never even met him. How could she possibly have anything to do with him?
But almost immediately, news came that the two families would be joined in marriage.
Prince Liang had been in love with someone for a long time. After much effort, he finally persuaded his future father-in-law to agree to the marriage, bringing the woman he cherished home.
But his little darling seemed distant from him.
Whenever he came close, she spat up blood.
Whenever he touched her, she spat up three mouthfuls of blood.
Prince Liang, the capital's most dashing and formidable man, adored by women everywhere, spent his wedding night in the study for the sake of the woman he kept in his heart.
The ever-calculating Prince Liang couldn't figure out what was going on. All he could do was stay by her side and think of a way to ease the agony of this heart-wrenching love.
Cen Lang, who had wanted nothing for most of her life, wanted no part in this bloody, deadly conflict. She could only gather her money and wait for a chance to get away.
Then Prince Liang and his moonlight could live happily together.
Who could have guessed that somehow this plan would reach Prince Liang's ears?
That night, the red candles flickered. Every servant present saw the usually stone-faced Prince Liang pin her down on the bed, his eyes red.
"Trying to run?"
"With which bastard?"
#The male lead's moonlight is the female lead#
#The female lead's dream was false#
What I want to say: Those who never forget will one day be answered.
