When Luo Ningyan was nine years old, she went to Marriage Bridge with her three brothers. When nine-year-old Luo Ningyan met fifteen-year-old Zhen Jian on the bridge, she told herself that she would never marry him unless she was in her life. This one glance decided her life and kicked off her puppet life. She heard that Zhen Jian liked to play chess, so she gave up her favorite guqin and learned to play chess. She lost count of how many games she played and how many chess books she broke. Four years later, Luo Ningyan actually waited for Zhen Jian's marriage proposal. She thought she was the happiest person in the world.
Zhen Jian pulled Luo Ningyan into his arms and said, "The only person I love most in this life is you. I only marry other women to take advantage of them. Do you believe me? Ning'er."
Luo Ningyan's face was full of intoxication, and she replied stupidly: "I believe that Ning'er will only love you in this life, and she will never do it until death."
Zhen Jian frowned secretly. After listening to Zhen Jian's words, Luo Ningyan had hesitation and fear in her eyes. After a while, Luo Ningyan made a decision.
"Okay, as long as I can help you, I'm willing to do anything."
Zhen Jian looked at Luo Ningyan lovingly. When Luo Ningyan disappeared from his sight, a sinister smile appeared on Zhen Jian's face. That smile could disrupt the dominance of the prosperous age. And Zhen Jian knows clearly that he will never be tempted by a woman. Women are just stepping stones and victims on his road to success.
In order to fulfill his dream, Luo Ningyan tearfully forced herself to commit herself to someone who could become her grandfather, just to get the secret from him. After that, Zhen Jian abandoned her like a blind man.
She lives in a remote courtyard, and she is still waiting for Zhen Jian, hoping day and night that he will come to see him one day.
The number of concubines in the mansion increased one after another, but she had not seen him in three years.
Those concubines hated her deeply. There was no princess in the Zhen Mansion and only Luo Ningyan was a concubine. No matter how favored they were, they were just concubines. Zhen Jian watched his woman torture Luo Ningyan, pretending not to know on the surface, but secretly indulging his concubines.
When Luo Ningyan celebrated her eighteenth birthday, Zhen Jian changed his previous indifferent attitude and made preparations for his concubine's birthday. He came to the small courtyard that he had not set foot in for three years, and wanted to use Luo Ningyan again using his usual measures.
But what he never expected was that his appearance had not changed, but a soul had changed beneath that delicate face.
When Zhen Jian reached his ideal, looking at the portrait in his hand, he realized that his heart had already been given to her. It's just that I realized it too late, it was too late. He forgot that fate gave him opportunities again and again, but he never cherished them. Is it too late to regret?