Everyone knows that the young lady of the Liu family was pampered from childhood, raised like a precious flower in the palm of their hands. She was one of the most beautiful young women in the city, the dream girl of countless sons from wealthy families.
Yet even a pampered young lady raised in a life of luxury couldn't resist a relentless barrage of sweet words. The son of a wealthy cloth merchant won her heart.
He said with heartfelt sincerity, "In this life, I will be with you alone, my dear, and we will grow old together."
Qingqing's cheeks flushed, her eyes shy and bashful.
Who could have known that soon after their wedding, he would sleep with a maid?
"Qingqing, I was drunk and mistook her for you. I was in the wrong. Just throw her out."
"Miss, I've admired the master for a long time. After what happened, how can I ever show my face in this world again? If you can't stand having me around, I'll have no choice but to die."
She watched coldly as her personal maid threw herself against the doorframe. His eyes were full of concern. He even turned away from her to tend to the maid.
"Qingqing, you're too vicious. I can barely recognize you anymore."
Liu Qingqing suddenly felt her heart seize up, and she was ill for months.
The days spent sick were still hard to bear.
From then on, he openly kept concubines outside, leaving her to be bullied by the women in the household as her authority gradually slipped away.
As time passed, even the women he kept outside couldn't put up with him anymore.
He was poisoned to death in the first year of their marriage.
Living again, she returned to their wedding night and kicked open the door of the room where he was secretly carrying on an affair.
One call of "My lord" was enough to scare the wits out of him. She swung a cold blade, leaving the bed covered in a bloody mess.
From then on, he was as good as a eunuch.
A letter of separation severed her ties with her past.
After that, no one dared to come to her door with a marriage proposal. The young noblemen who admired her all stayed away in fear once they heard about her.
She went on to live the carefree life every woman in the world envied, traveling across mountains and rivers and seeing all the splendor of the human world.
One man always followed quietly at her side, never leaving her.
He helped her down from her horse, combed her hair, shielded her from swords, and accompanied her on long journeys to see the mountains and rivers...
Yet all he got in return was her asking, "A Yu, how about I find you a well-off wife?"
But she didn't know that all he wanted was her.
He watched helplessly as merchants admired her, scholars made her blush, generals chatted happily with her, and actors exchanged letters with her.
Jealousy churned inside him. With a sharp gaze, he lured her in step by step and spoiled her, until he was the only man she was allowed to look at.
"Qingqing, I'm selfish. I never share what I love with anyone."
Only after their wedding night did she learn that he was the regent of the realm, and that he had served her willingly for years without a single complaint.
Theme: Never forget your original intention
