You Have No Regrets, My Lord, Why Are You Crying?

[Cynical libertine* sober boudoir girl in the world + chasing his wife in the crematorium + slap in the face] The idle king Xiao Yi married a wife just to anger the emperor's brother. On his wedding night, he played chess all night in the study and didn't even bother to go to the wedding room. "Let her wait," he said. Shen Zhiwei really waited for three years. Wait for him to have enough fun, wait for him to look back, wait for him to treat her as a human being. At the end, in order to save his sweetheart, he touched the last remaining thought of her mother. She handed over the divorce letter she had written: "Your Majesty, since the wedding night three years ago, I have known that this game of chess should not be played. Now, I just admit defeat and leave." He thought she would come back after a few days of trouble. Three months later, at a Jiangnan tea merchants' meeting, he saw her sitting at the main seat dressed in fine clothes, chatting and laughing with tea merchants from all over the country. He rushed forward to block the way. She raised her eyes and tilted her head slightly: "Who is this master?" At that moment he understood—— In the past three years, he has not been playing a game of chess. It's her. After she left, he realized that he was the dying piece. * Many years later She took out the cloud from her sleeve hand it to him He was stunned Her: Take it Him: This is... Her: When you play chess in the future, remember to lose to me He took Yunzi, held it in his hand, and suddenly smiled He said: No need to play chess, I would have lost a long time ago.