I have been waiting for Yu Xiuhan for ten years.
Wait for him to go from being a soldier at the border to a general in charge of the country, and wait for him to say marry me.
But on the day of his triumphant return, he took a pregnant woman out of the carriage.
"Jiaojiao, she needs status more."
Later, I burned my wedding dress on fire and turned around to marry the prince of the enemy country.
At the palace banquet, he smashed his wine glass and asked me why with his bare eyes.
I smiled and stroked my slightly swollen belly: "Because... The bright moon should be hanging high."
Just like that night when I knelt in the snow and begged him to save my brother.
He embraced his new love and smiled softly in the Nuan Pavilion:
"The bright moon is high in the sky, why should it shine in the ditch?"
