On the day the entire Shen family was sentenced to death, Jiang Yuan’an wore her wedding dress to the execution ground to marry him. Through his wooden cangue, he kissed her. It was the first time their skin had ever touched.
Later, everyone said he was dead. Jiang Yuan’an waited for fifteen years. At last, she saw him at a banquet for envoys from the enemy kingdom, where he asked her, “Madam, have we met before?”
The longevity lock in her sleeve burned against her chest, making her heart ache. She only smiled faintly. “General, you must have mistaken me for someone else.”
What she didn’t say was that kiss had been enough to sustain her for a lifetime.
