I Don't Believe Anyone Can Escape the Silver Hair of Age

In the second year of my marriage to the princess, news came from the enemy nation:

Her first love was still alive.

The most laughable part was that I was gravely ill and close to death.

Fine. Then before I die, I'll don my armor again and take up my red-tasseled spear.

I'll personally lead the troops to bring him back.

And then... die in front of her.

Let her regret it for the rest of her life.