My Wife Stayed Faithful to Her Childhood Sweetheart for Fifty Years

Reborn in the year I married Princess Zhaoyuan, I saw that she was just as radiant as ever, but this time I was the one who proposed a divorce.

In my previous life, I gave up on my dreams for her and resigned myself to life behind the scenes.

Knowing that an old injury made intimacy impossible for her, I willingly accepted the slander that I was the one with a hidden affliction.

Only after she passed away, when I was sorting through her belongings, did I discover the truth.

For fifty years of marriage, every year on the Qixi Festival, she painted to remember the man she longed for.

That was when I finally understood: she had been keeping herself pure for another man.

In her farewell letter, she wrote, "Though A Xiu and I could not share a bed in life, we must share a tomb in death."

If that's what she wanted, then I would make it happen.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the year of our wedding.

This time, I took up my spear again and pacified the southern frontier.

I traded a lifetime of military service for a divorce agreement from her.