Her father and brother were thrown in prison, and her fiancé told her, “I can take you as my concubine.”
Song Yuanxi had a dream. In it, she compromised for love, only to suffer a miserable fate.
Her husband’s family looked down on her, her husband betrayed her, and his principal wife tormented her. She couldn’t even protect her child or the maid who had been her only companion. In the end, she died of illness, with no one to claim her body.
Song Yuanxi woke in a cold sweat and remembered that the Chi family had an unmarried son.
But Chi Hejing had been arrogant and unruly since childhood, a notorious devil in the capital. No one knew why he had turned over a new leaf a few years ago and thrown himself into the battlefield, or whether he would ever make it back alive.
The elder Madam Chi had arranged several matches for him, but the young master rejected them all with a single note, saying that any woman who dared marry him could expect to spend the rest of her life as a widow with a living husband.
A living widow’s life sounded fine. It was ten thousand times better than being tormented to death as a concubine.
But on the wedding day, his younger cousin was supposed to stand in for him. Why had he come back?
And why wouldn’t he leave? Her dream of a widow’s life had been shattered. Song Yuanxi only wanted to use him to rescue her father and brother, then divorce him.
But the moment she left the capital, his cavalry surrounded her.
“Do I have to tie your feet down before you’ll stop running?”
Chi Hejing trapped her inside the golden tent, his gaze dark and menacing. He knelt before her and fastened a golden chain around her ankle.
“My darling wife, I’ve wanted to do this ever since our wedding day.”
“Divorce? Only if I die first!”
