Imperial Princess Cuihua

Synopsis:




Liu Cuihua was an orphan. At fifteen, her adoptive father, her only family, passed away. She knelt long before his grave and made a vow.




*Father, rest in peace. Your daughter will surely keep our tofu stall running, and once I've saved enough money, I'll find you a son-in-law to marry into the family.*




Perhaps her vow reached the heavens above, aided by the blessings of her father's virtue.




The following early spring, while gathering firewood in the mountains, she stumbled upon a handsome husband who suited her heart perfectly.




Though wounded and somewhat older in years, he had a striking appearance, was well-versed in letters, and possessed an unparalleled gentleness.




Cuihua was overjoyed—the heavens had been kind to her. Once she nursed her husband back to health and bore him a few chubby babies, with a loving husband and children warming the kang bed, her life would be complete in no time.




But unexpectedly, a senior female official from the neighboring kingdom's Empress arrived, claiming Cuihua was the legitimate princess who had been lost among the common folk.




Even more alarming—according to the neighboring kingdom's ancestral laws, this tofu-selling woman who could barely recognize a handful of characters might actually inherit the throne and become Empress.

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Pei Huaiche was once the iron-fisted Prince Regent of Dayuan, who had assisted the young emperor, wielded control over the court, and pacified all corners of the realm.




Unfortunately, his merits overshadowed his sovereign. Both in court and among the people, rumors spread that it was only a matter of time before he deposed the emperor and donned the yellow robe himself.




Whether others believed it, Pei Huaiche didn't know—but the young emperor he had raised with his own hands certainly did.




The first thing the emperor did upon assuming personal rule was to conspire with treacherous ministers to eliminate him, causing Pei Huaiche to fall from a cliff with severe injuries, hanging by a thread.




When he opened his eyes again, a rustic village girl whose beauty could not be hidden even by coarse cloth and simple hairpins leaned close to him, her charming eyes brimming with smiles as she crisply called him "husband."




She said that since she could never repay him for saving her life, she would simply ask him to give himself to her in marriage and settle down to live with her properly.




Pei Huaiche's heart was already dead, and his body weary. He simply went along with it. Two years passed—one moment a live-in son-in-law, pure bliss; keep being a live-in son-in-law, keep being blissful.




Until dozens of royal carriages with ornate canopies and tinkling bells crushed the tranquility of the countryside. His little wife had transformed overnight into a princess of the neighboring kingdom.