No child who has grown up will be trapped as a marriage partner in the same muddy backyard. This is the greatest blessing that mothers from the three noble families wish for their children.,Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,Perhaps because there was nothing like this in her past life, even if she lived again, she didn't care about this role at all, even finding it unnecessary.。