The Sixth Year After Our Divorce

Six years after our divorce, I secretly returned to the capital. Who would have thought that I’d run into my former husband, Song Chengzhang, right at the city gate? By then, he had risen to the rank of Censor-in-Chief, second grade. Seeing my plain clothes, he assumed I’d returned to beg for his mercy. “If you’re willing to pour tea for Rou’er and apologize, then serve me obediently, I’ll let you return to the estate and treat you as a co-wife.” I looked up at him, almost laughing out loud. Six years ago, the scene had been much the same. For the sake of his newly widowed cousin, Xu Rou’er, he’d forced me to give up my place. I’d rather die than comply, so he’d thrown a divorce letter at me in front of everyone, every word cutting to the bone. “The Lu woman is jealous and narrow-minded, unfit to be the mistress of the family!” “Today, when you step out