At my mother's funeral, Xie Siyuan's childhood sweetheart was harassed by a lecher and wept pitifully.
In a burst of fury, he beheaded the man, dipped his brush in the blood, and wrote a marriage contract.
Before the coffin, he begged to marry his childhood sweetheart.
He wanted my mother's barely cold remains to bear witness to their earth-shattering love.
He had completely forgotten his engagement to me.
In the jostling crowd, someone suddenly kicked me hard in the knee. I stumbled and fell into the pool of filthy blood.
My mourning clothes were stained.
The guests passing by jeered without end:
"Jiang Wan's jealous? She's been fawning over General Xie for seven years and still won't give up. She even used their engagement to tear other people apart. Disgusting."
"Her mother was just a lowly concubine. A girl like her deserves to be sold to a brothel and drowned in a pig cage!"
I pressed my lips together in silence, committing every inch of pain to memory.
Then I activated the blood at my heart and sent my voice through a Gu worm:
"Young Master, I'm willing to return to Miaojiang and marry."
