Your First Love Is Back at the Estate? My Lord, Let's Get a Divorce

Seven years of marriage, seven years of icy silence. Su Qingyan thought that if she loved him deeply enough and held on long enough, she could melt the cold, unyielding heart of Marquis Gu Changyuan of Dingbei. She managed his vast household and raised his only daughter, turning herself into a laughingstock in the process.

But the one who returned to his heart wasn’t her. It was the “bosom friend” he brought back from the battlefield, a woman he cherished with all his heart.

Still, she endured and held on. Until the day of her daughter’s birthday, when she traveled a thousand miles to the military camp on the northern frontier, hoping to surprise them both. Instead, she saw him holding their daughter as he played in the snow with that woman, while Su Qingyan was left alone in a freezing relay station without even a cup of hot tea.

At that moment, Su Qingyan’s heart died completely.

When the daughter she had raised with her own hands pointed at another woman and called her “Mother,” Su Qingyan felt no pain at all, only numbness.

With a single divorce agreement, she gave up all her property and custody rights, leaving with nothing. From then on, the capital had no more gentle, submissive marquise. In her place was the mysterious merchant “Yan Qing,” whose wealth rivaled a nation’s.

She thought she could finally cut ties with the past and wait for the long-overdue divorce papers.

When she chatted over drinks with the foremost imperial merchant, he would drag her away with a dark expression.

When a foreign prince proposed to her, he would lead troops through the night to raze the embassy.

At last, on a night of heavy snowfall, he cornered her against a wall. His old dignity was gone, his voice hoarse and tinged with pleading. “Yanyan, can we not get divorced?”

Su Qingyan smiled calmly and brushed aside his hand as he grasped hers. “Marquis, you’re too late.”