The household of Assistant Minister Zhao has three shining daughters.
The eldest, Zhao Mingyu, has pearly teeth and delicate brows, and is as lovely on the outside as she is wise within. People often praise her for her refined, unconventional spirit.
The second daughter, Zhao Mingyao, is graceful and elegant, and exceptionally skilled in music. Her rendition of Guangling San has made many of the capital's most talented young men regard her as a kindred spirit.
The third daughter, Zhao Mingcui, is bold and cheerful, radiant as a lotus in bloom. She is equally at ease at banquets and on the horse-racing grounds.
The fourth daughter, Shanshan, who grew up in the shadow of her sisters, is utterly unremarkable. She didn't speak until she was two and could barely walk at four. Her skills in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, sewing, and women's handiwork are all mediocre.
That might have been tolerable, but she also loves to lounge around like a salted fish and hates going out to socialize. Assistant Minister Zhao is thoroughly frustrated with her.
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There isn't really anything wrong with Shanshan. She's just lazy.
In her previous life, her mother had constantly nagged her to work hard and never fall behind her sisters. She rose at dawn and went to bed late, and after all that effort, she finally secured a fine marriage into the Jing Prince's household. Unfortunately, she died young before she could even marry into the family.
Her mother had a son, so her death didn't matter much. Her only regret was that she hadn't gotten to enjoy all the delicious food and fun things she'd been looking forward to.
She never expected to open her eyes and get another chance at life. With the mindset that every extra day alive was a bonus, Shanshan decided to treat herself well this time.
Other people's children? All of them can back off, back off, back off!
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Lu Jingze, heir to the Prince of Jing, is brilliant and peerless, noble and graceful, as radiant as a fine jade tree. He is the unattainable beauty whom the capital's young noblewomen can only admire from afar, never daring to pluck.
Who could have guessed that the concubine-born daughter of Assistant Minister Zhao would toss a ball to choose a husband and send it straight to the heir? Fortunately, she had the sense to claim it was an accident. The noblewomen watching were indignant and eagerly awaited the spectacle of her humiliation.
Unexpectedly, the usually dignified and aloof heir to the prince's title walked over to her holding the ball.
"Shanshan, is your hand tired?"
"Why don't you stop throwing it? Let's go home."
The onlookers: -_-||
Theme: Cherish life
