How could the meeting of a talented scholar, a beautiful woman, and a tavern give rise to such a romantic tale?
Just then, Lan Die’er continued, “You may not know what my husband was like when we were in Jiangnan, Mother-in-law, but Uncle does. Brother, what was your life like when you were in Jiangnan? You were quite the dashing figure, and you often lingered outside, captivated by beautiful women. You behaved somewhat better only because I was there. Now I am but a memory. When I return to Jiangnan, without me to keep you in check, I’m afraid that in time you’ll have forgotten all about me. Then I’ll be left in misery once more. Rather than suffer that sorrow later, I’d rather not return, and endure this loneliness here.”
As she spoke, tears fell like rain.
In an instant, Yang Ziyu understood everything.
If Lan Die’er had been after wealth and status, she could have accepted Grand Marshal Cao and lived a life of prestige. Why would she choose such a lonely existence?
Lan Die’er had chosen to remain faithful to Huang Yimeng, and this chaste, steadfast woman had ended up losing her life.
