[Republic-era warlord drama + two powerful leads + mutually faithful couple + building careers + aloof beauty + wolfish young marshal] Their wedding was approaching. His fiancée returned from studying abroad, but her ship sank! The young marshal’s fiancée was nowhere to be found, alive or dead! The powers in Maicheng were in an uproar, all hoping to fish in troubled waters, but the old madam insisted on seeing her alive or finding her body. Before long, rumors spread that the fiancée had faked her death and given birth to an illegitimate child. While Madam Yang was still unsure whether the rumors were true, the young marshal lost his patience and firmly opposed the marriage: “A cuckold’s hat has crossed the ocean to find me, and I’m supposed to welcome her into the family with open arms?”
The engagement was called off.
What! The woman he fell for at first sight was actually the fiancée from the rumors? The young marshal immediately took her back to his residence to confirm for himself that she was untouched. He was both delighted and furious: delighted that she was still a virgin, furious that the rumors might have been started by his fiancée herself! He dared not voice his anger. After keeping himself pure for more than twenty years for the sake of a childhood betrothal, how was he supposed to win her over now? He’d start by using the military tactics of threats and enticements...
Then, after he had given her his whole heart and done everything for her, she suddenly died in a sea of flames. He turned into a king of hell in an instant, refusing to believe she was dead and determined to find her even if he had to dig three feet into the ground. Five years later, amid campaigns in the east and west and a land torn apart by war, he saw someone who looked just like the woman he had lost. His heart went wild, and his eyes instantly reddened:
“What, you had the child and still won’t admit I’m the father?”
Reunited with an old acquaintance who no longer recognized him, she replied coldly and distantly:
“How can you be sure the child is yours?”
“You...”
