Everyone in the Shangshu Mansion knew that the concubine Jiang Linghe was not loved even though she was as beautiful as a begonia and had both talent and beauty.
Even Jiang Linghe knew that his father only regarded her as an opportunity to gain power and a chess piece that could be manipulated by others. No one chose her.
His aunt's mother scolded her, and her aunt's sister mocked her. Jiang Linghe only had the word "forbearance" for his mother's clues.
This tolerance completely collapsed when she learned that she was going to marry the lame old prince.
It snowed heavily and was covered in silver.
Jiang Linghe set fire to her wedding room.
The fire in the sky illuminated Jiang Linghe's eyes like hawks, and her body was like bamboo and cypress, letting the snow fall on her body.
She didn't want to make this chess piece.
Purpose: Looking for hope in desperate situations
