Regent, Your Fiancée Doesn’t Want You Anymore

Shen Mozhu and I had an unspoken understanding and were together for five years. At the tea garden opera, he showered me with gold and silver, protecting and spoiling me. For his birthday banquet, I embroidered him a sachet. Just as I was about to confess my feelings, I overheard him chatting with his childhood sweetheart. Holding my sachet, she sneered, “What a cheap sachet. Don't tell me it was sent by the regent's sweetheart?” Shen Mozhu didn't even look up. “Your Highness is joking. Who would ever love a lowly opera singer? If you're interested in cheap sachets, I'll give you this one.” As he spoke, our eyes met. My face drained of color, and I forced a smile. “I'm sorry. This cheap sachet has offended Your Highness's eyes. I'll dispose of it at once.”