The day the Lu family cast her aside, Tang Wan became the laughingstock of the entire city.
Her husband, who had once loved her deeply, discarded her like trash over a single word from his mother. With her blood staining the divorce letter, she left without looking back. The whole city buzzed with gossip, as if her miserable future had already been decided.
No one knew that within the royal family, Zhao Shicheng, a refined and elegant prince with power over the court, had already cleared his household of rivals. He waited beside a road she was bound to take, ready to marry her with all the proper matchmakers and betrothal gifts, and welcome her as his principal wife.
Later, in the spring rain at Shen Garden, her former husband Lu You, soaked to the skin and red-eyed, blocked her way and pleaded, “Wan'er, everything that happened before was my fault... Could you give me another chance?”
Before Tang Wan could reply, an oil-paper umbrella was held steadily above her head. The handsome man at her side naturally took her cool hand in his. Glancing at the disheveled Lu You, he spoke gently but with unmistakable authority:
“Master Lu, you should call her Madam Zhao.”
