She is merely a wisp of a soul from another world, neither breathtakingly beautiful nor a refined young lady.
She never meets a handsome man who falls for her at first sight, loves her desperately, and pursues her relentlessly. Instead, she encounters a scheming, wicked emperor; an imperial chief eunuch radiating royal majesty; the richest man in the dynasty, cold as ice; eccentric people from the martial world; and an ordinary-looking tenant next door.
Fine, she wants nothing at all. She takes her younger brother and flees to the ends of the earth, far from the world's music and clamor. So why do they keep pestering her?
Leaning by the palace gate, she smiles as she watches the flowers. When the coming year brings splendor, whose home will it grace?
You
You, you, you, the ending is so rough. I stayed up all night for this novel. Oh, forget it, we are all colleagues, and I also write novels. Come on ↖(^ω^)↗