Shen Zhiyi had been Xie Yunlan's poor wife for three years. She had a simple diet, mended clothes, washed clothes, and accompanied him from the cold window of the hut to the roll call at the Jinluan Hall. When my husband was the sweetheart of high school, he was the most talented and beautiful girl in Beijing. The noble ladies in the capital rushed to seduce her. Everyone laughed at her for coming from a rural background and just waiting for the sweetheart to write a letter of divorce and move up the family ladder. Others were worried about her, but Shen Zhiyi dressed up neatly every day, sat with a small abacus in her hand, and waited for her to leave. She doesn't seek fame and fortune, and she doesn't fall in love with the handsome and talented Tanhua Lang. She just hopes to get a piece of divorce paper, take the compensation to return to her hometown to buy land, raise chickens and vegetables, and live in peace, without having to serve nobles or deal with house fights.
