After Being Exiled, the Marquis's Father and Son Begged for My Forgiveness

After the female general was defeated, she framed my father for embezzlement. I knelt and begged my husband to spare my family. But he said it was hard enough for a woman to go to war, and that my father had died for a worthy cause by taking her place. Even my own son mocked me. “You’re not fit to be my mother. All you ever do is cry.” Later, I was exiled to the northern desert for six whole years. When we met again on the street, they had tears in their eyes and said they wanted to bring me home. But I already had new children, a new love, and a new home.