Thirteen years after their marriage, Song Yanli slept on the couch in the wedding room with her clothes on for thirteen years.
In front of others, he is the number one scholar who neither looks for flowers nor takes concubines, and dotes on his wife as much as she wants.
Behind me is a stranger who sleeps differently from me, eats differently from me, and doesn't speak to me.
Even if I frantically tear and scratch at him, he won't look at me twice.
He just said lightly, "Madam, you lost your temper today."
But on the way out, facing the bandits' sharp swords, Song Yanli tied me to the only horse.
"Zhaohua, when I went to visit the teacher that year, the person I wanted to marry was Yue Lian."
"I can't help you in this life."
He single-handedly stopped the gangster who was chasing me, and his throat was cut.
The blood stung my eyes, and he said the last words of his life to me: "Don't marry me in the next life."
I don't want to be the one who owes him.
I used the silver-moon hairpin he gave me when he first came to visit me, inserted it into my chest and followed him.
When I opened my eyes again, my niece Yue Lian, who was about to enter the palace as a concubine, was greeting me.
I pushed her away and rushed into my father's study.
