I Chase My Wife, She Runs; I Chase Her Again, and She Runs Again

“Dignity?” Shen Weiwan looked at him, the last trace of warmth fading from her eyes. “Gu Yunzhou, when you were sleeping with Liu Ruyan, did you think about dignity? When she came here pregnant with your child to force your hand, saying you must either marry her as your secondary wife or make me, Shen Weiwan, your concubine, did you think about dignity then?”

She paused, then raised her voice, each word as sharp as a blade. “I, Shen Weiwan, am the eldest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo. My grandfather was a founding hero, and my father guards the northern frontier. My entire Shen family is loyal to the country. How dare you humiliate us like this! Your Gu family is not worthy of this phoenix hairpin!”

As soon as she finished speaking, she abruptly swung her hand and hurled the hairpin at the floor.

With a sharp crack, the wings of the filigree golden phoenix snapped off. The pigeon-blood rubies set into it rolled across the golden bricks like drops of congealed blood.

The entire hall erupted in an uproar.

Everyone knew Shen Weiwan for her gentle nature. As the eldest legitimate daughter of the Duke of Zhenguo, she had studied under great scholars since childhood and excelled at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. She was always gentle and courteous, and had never even raised her voice. Yet today, in the Golden Throne Hall, before the assembled civil and military officials, she had personally smashed the Gu family’s betrothal gift and torn up the marriage agreement.

Gu Yunzhou’s face turned livid. He pointed at her and said, “Shen Weiwan, you’ll regret this!”