After half a year of cold war, Xie Wushu brought home the orphan of his late comrade, and she was pregnant.
He tossed me a crudely made set of red-gold hair ornaments and frowned reproachfully.
"How much longer are you going to carry on? Enough already!"
"Her father died saving me. I have to take responsibility for her!"
"Can't you learn a little of Yinyin's generosity? Even while pregnant, she's still thinking of you."
Looking at the man I had loved for ten years, I suddenly felt that everything was utterly pointless. I calmly nodded.
To make up for Liu Yinyin's disappointment at being unable to wear the color of a primary wife, the general's manor was decked out with lanterns and decorations everywhere, in the height of extravagance.
His fellow officers and subordinates praised him loudly and shamelessly.
"The general sure knows how to keep his wife in line! He was away on campaign for three years, and as soon as he comes back, he takes a concubine, yet the princess doesn't make a fuss at all!"
"How brave is the general? He has won great honors for our Great Qi. If it weren't for General Xie, the princess might have been sent off to marry a foreign prince long ago."
"For such an enormous favor, the princess should welcome him with a smile, whether he takes a concubine or even marries a co-wife."
Amid the chorus of flattery, I pushed open the courtyard gate, stopped the trembling, furious matron, then turned and went to the palace to ask my father to arrange a co-husband for me.
