Plum Blossoms Fall, a Summer Song of Sorrow

● That year, she married into the Plum Blossom Manor, whose master was rich enough to rival a kingdom, as his second wife. Her fragrant face was half revealed, her beauty tender and enchanting; she looked like a jade beauty fresh from her bath, newly dressed in the courtyard.

● She wanted nothing and asked for nothing, yet trouble kept finding her. Not only did the manor’s many beauties come looking for a fight, but her husband ended up behind bars, too?!

● Imprisoned? That was fine by her. Now she could kick back and enjoy her own carefree life. Why let a grand estate tie her down?

● Heaven was not on her side. Hounded from every direction, she went to the capital to rescue her husband, who had never made much of an impression on her. She only wanted to spare the manor a few more lonely ghosts pining for their husbands.

● Through a twist of fate, she entered the imperial palace as a palace attendant. A female official? No, she was the emperor’s little sidekick. On this perilous path, where every step could be her last, she endured it all to save the husband whose face she was almost beginning to forget!

● On the escape route, the men around her risked their lives to protect her. How many secret affections would burst into bloom along the way? A promise was made: one heart, one partner, for a lifetime.

● Something seemed off? She immediately packed her bags and smiled as she wished him and another woman a long and happy life together. She left without a trace and went on to enjoy her freedom in the martial world.

● By a strange twist of fate, the grand title of Sacred Maiden of the Witch Tribe landed on her head, and she was forced into a bridal sedan. Marriage? A princess consort? What was all this? She was only out traveling!

● So deeply in love, reminded of him by every sight, she was overcome with loneliness and sorrow. Memories of the past returned with the flowers, and she could think only of the one who loved her. The life-threatening rescue when they were children was a moment of heart-stopping fear she could never forget.

● Why suffer for love? She shut her heart away. Fallen plum blossoms piled like snow beneath the steps; she brushed them from her clothes, only for more to fall. All his concern and tenderness earned him only one reply from her: “My lord, please mind your distance.”

● Fate toyed with them, sending them wandering through hardship. The flowers faded, the wine ran dry, and spring returned. The branches were covered in blossoms, each bud tinged with a faint bitterness. “Your merciless rejection leaves me wondering whether I should stay or go.”

● She bit down on his shoulder, drawing thin trails of blood. Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, “Who are you, really?”

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Part 1

“Are you bringing gifts to curry favor with me, like a weasel wishing a chicken a happy New Year?” I looked at him coldly.

“No, I’m bringing them to the woman I love.” He smiled, looking utterly innocent.

“Then which number am I?”

“The last one.”

Resting my chin in my hand, I smiled sweetly. “For me, you’re the last one too...”

He picked up his spoon and calmly took a sip. “I’m truly honored.”

“...The last person I can stand.”

“...”

Part 2

“Rui’er, you’re quite interesting. How about we finish what we started last night?”

“Huh?” I froze. Had something happened last night?

“Our wedding night,” he said unhurriedly.

I jumped to my feet. “Please, my lord, don’t let me keep you!”

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