When I Was Being Forced into Marriage, My Ex-Husband Went on a Rampage

“My great-uncle's in-law's nephew works as a horse groom at the Marquis of Anding's estate. You know that, right?” Shen Lian spoke with a hint of smugness. I didn't even look up. “I know.” “The Marquis of Anding came from a humble background, but he climbed all the way up from the bottom to become a favorite of the emperor, and now he wields great power. Impressive, isn't it?” “Impressive.” “He's handsome, and all the noblewomen in the capital are smitten with him. He has a bright future. He's twenty-five, yet he's only ever had one woman. What a shame she died young. If she'd lived until now, just imagine how pampered she'd be.” This time, I didn't respond. Because I was the Marquis of Anding's former wife. I wasn't dead, and we had a son together. Now, our son was old enough to eat candied hawthorns.