[Prologue]

She remembered the Lantern Festival that year, when colorful lanterns were hung high, and the bright colors shone under the lights, creating a lively and festive atmosphere.

She told her father and Aunt Lian that she was going to visit her aunt who lived in Yecheng. She didn't lie, she really wanted to go to Yecheng, but she wouldn't stay there for the time being. She planned to sneak to Beiyang City, a more prosperous northern city about 20 miles away from Yecheng.

When she arrived in Beiyang City, it was the Lantern Festival. As soon as night fell, lanterns were hung high, and both sides of the bluestone road were lined with vendors. The streets were crowded with pedestrians, and children were holding small lanterns in their hands. The prosperity of this Beiyang City was no less than that of the southern capital where she lived.

She looked at the vendors around curiously, and there was actually a vendor roasting a huge wild boar and selling fragrant barbecue. In this cold winter weather, the aroma of barbecue was very tempting.

If she could not stay in Beiyang City for a long time, she would really like to stay in Beiyang City for a few days, which was completely different from the southern style. Some plots have been omitted, please forgive me. 　　"Biluo, where is he?" she asked the maid who went out with her. When she planned to come to Beiyang City, she asked Biluo to find out everything. 　　"I heard that he will go to Dongzui Teahouse today, not far ahead... Will the young lady be cold?" The north is much colder than the south, and Biluo is worried that the young lady who grew up in the south can't stand it. 　　"It's okay, don't worry about me." She shook her head, gathered her snow fox fur, and the white velvet hat half covered her face. 　　She walked in the direction Biluo said, and soon she arrived at the Dongzui Teahouse that Biluo mentioned. It was already full of guests. 　　Biluo immediately came forward, "I heard that he always sits in the elegant pavilion on the second floor with his acquaintances. Young lady, let me ask if there are any seats on the second floor..." 　　"Shh." She reached out to cover Biluo's mouth, and she looked up at the second floor. A man in purple was sitting by the railing, holding a xiao made of black pottery in his hand. His slender fingers tapped lightly on the sound holes and played a leisurely tune. 　　Amid the noise, the light and clear music seemed so distant, yet it was as soul-stirring as a stone thrown into the water. 　　She couldn't help but stare at him blankly, not knowing whether she was fascinated by the charming melody or the man's overly handsome face. 　　As if he noticed the gazes from downstairs, the man stopped and looked down. 　　Her heart skipped a beat. The man had a pair of beautiful eyes, with very deep pupils, like rare black pearls, but with a distant light. 　　"Fei Xi, why are you sitting here alone? Come on, have a drink." A man came to the balcony, blocking her view, and soon the man in purple was pulled away. 　　And she, still standing there, still echoing in her ears the words she had just heard, or should I say, the name she had heard. 　　Biluo quickly pulled down the lady's hand covering her mouth, and excitedly whispered, "Did the lady hear it? That handsome man in purple is..." " 　　I heard it." She smiled, feeling her fingertips trembling slightly, an unknown joy rising in her heart, and her cheeks faintly hot. 　　Finding that the smile on the young lady's face was different from before, Biluo smiled slyly. "It seems that the young lady seems to be very satisfied with her future son-in-law..." Seeing the young lady's sidelong look, she quickly covered her mouth and pretended to be innocent. 　　This devilish girl! Pinch Biluo's nose lightly, but she was not annoyed. There was a faint smile on her eyebrows and eyes, "Let's go to Yecheng." Before leaving, she took another look at the tower. 　　The man had disappeared, but the clear sound of the xiao, the handsome face, and the distant and deep pupils were deeply imprinted in her mind. 　　Yan Feixi, her fiancé who was decided before she was born, but the two had never met. She will marry into the Yan family next year. Perhaps it is the anxiety of getting married and the expectation of her husband that makes her want to see the man who will become her husband. She 　　lowered her eyes and raised her lips slightly. Her heart was still pounding, and her hot cheeks were filled with unspeakable joy. This feeling was the first time she had it. 　　At this moment, she couldn't help but look forward to the time when she married into the Yan family. When he lifted the red wedding veil, would he also like her? 　　She smiled, secretly looking forward to the next year, imagining the beauty of the future. At that time, she had a little happiness in her heart. 　　But that happiness was extinguished not long after. 　　She closed her eyes, and the sky outside the window burst into gorgeous fireworks, and the bright sparks dyed the entire sky, while she, alone in the room, still had a smile on her lips, but it was so sad. 　　The same Lantern Festival, but a different mood. 　　Looking down, looking at the paper tightly held in her hand, she trembled, but her back was still straight, her fingertips sank deeply into the palm of her hand, but she could no longer feel the pain. 　　"Miss..." Biluo, who was standing aside, had already red eyes and cried sadly. "How can...how can they do this to you..." 　　Yes, what did she do wrong? Why was she treated like this? 　　She has been married to the Yan family for two years. During these two years, she has been hostile and neglected by her husband, ridiculed by her mother-in-law, and excluded by her sister-in-law. She is totally unwelcome in this place. 　　However, she endured it all. She endured all the unfair treatment and tried her best to do everything to please him and get a little love from him. 　　In the end? What did she get? 　　She slowly let go of her tightly clenched fingers, letting the paper in her hand fall, with a hint of ridicule at the corner of her lips. 　　A divorce letter. 　　Oh, what she got was this, this... 　　"Oh..." She laughed, a sad and cold laugh, one string after another, like joy, like ridicule, like sadness. 　　"Miss..." Biluo's voice trembled, looking at the young lady with heartache, tears kept falling. "Miss, don't be like this... Cry if you want to, Biluo will be with you." Analysis and forecast of China Merchants Bank stock trend and K-line chart