I found out that Ji Jingyuan had taken a woman from the brothel as his wife only after their child had already been born.
At the temple, a friend asked him how he planned to explain it to me.
He only sneered.
“Men taking wives and concubines is perfectly natural. She has no right to demand an explanation from me.”
“But Zhaozhao is jealous. Don’t tell her yet, or her vicious heart might make her go after my son.”
He and I had been childhood sweethearts. Three years ago, I went to the temple to pray for blessings.
He promised me, “One heart, one love, for a lifetime. I’ll marry you when you return.”
This time, I didn’t cling to him and cry, or ask why he had broken his promise.
I turned and walked away, accepting the Jiang family’s young master’s proposal.
At last, I let go of my love for him.
