On our wedding night, the general tossed me a divorce agreement with a cold expression. “I had no choice but to marry you because of the emperor’s decree. Sign this, and we can each go our own way.”
I tore the agreement to shreds and threw myself into his arms with a beaming smile. “What nonsense are you saying, dear husband?”
By the next day, all of the capital was talking about how the general had been so infuriated by his sweet, spoiled new wife that he practiced swordsmanship all night.
Later, when enemy troops laid siege to the city and he was gravely wounded and unconscious, I donned my armor, took up my spear, and defended the city for three days.
When he awoke, his eyes red, he pinned me against the wall. “Who said I wanted a divorce?”
I wiped my bloodstained spear and smiled. “Want a divorce now? Too late.”
