No Regrets After the Move, So Why Are You Crying, Prince?

[A carefree playboy × a clear-eyed noblewoman + a wife-chasing crematorium + face-slapping]

Idle Prince Xiao Yi married only to spite his imperial brother.

On their wedding night, he spent the whole night playing chess in his study, not even bothering to enter the bridal chamber.

“Let her wait,” he said.

Shen Zhiwei really did wait for three years.

She waited for him to have his fun, to come around, and to treat her like a person.

In the end, she waited only for him to risk the last thing her mother had left her in order to save the woman he loved.

She handed him the divorce papers she had written long ago. “Your Highness, ever since our wedding night three years ago, I’ve known this was a game I shouldn’t play. Now I’m simply admitting defeat and leaving the board.”

He thought she would come back after a few days of sulking.

Three months later, at a tea merchants’ convention in Jiangnan, he saw her dressed in finery, seated at the head of the table and chatting confidently with tea merchants from every region.

He rushed over to block her path.

She glanced up and tilted her head slightly. “And you are, sir?”

Only then did he understand:

For these three years, he hadn’t been the one playing chess.

She had.

Only after she left did he realize that he was the piece with no way out.

*

Many years later,

She took the Go stone from her sleeve

and handed it to him.

He froze.

She said, “Take it.”

He asked, “This is…”

She said, “Next time we play chess, remember to lose to me.”

He took the stone and closed his hand around it. Then, suddenly, he smiled.

He said, “We don’t need to play. I lost a long time ago.”