When they first met, she was a Fourth-Rank Lady, and he was the young master of a grain transport guild. He knew she was as fresh and lovely as the Goddess of the Luo River, while she knew nothing of his ruthless decisiveness or his ever-changing bevy of beauties.
When they married, she thought she had found a man she could rely on for life. Even after her mother's family was confiscated and her father died for his country, she believed that as long as he was there, she had nothing to fear.
Then his letter of divorce appeared in the papers. He took her maid and left for the Southern Seas, leaving her and the rest of the family to face the coming disaster alone... She often wondered whether he had been forced into it.
People often compare women to flowers: the aloof are like plum blossoms, the elegant like chrysanthemums, and the radiant like roses... So what was she like?
