Shen Zhaoning has been waiting for Xiao Chengyuan for seven years.
Ever since Ji Ji secretly glanced at him when he was given the wedding, he has been waiting. Every night at the border, she kept his portrait under her pillow, thinking that she could marry him when she returned from the war. She thought this was the best path God had arranged for her.
Until the day I return to Beijing.
She saw her fiancé standing on the tower with his arms around another woman.
He used to coax her like this: "When the engagement is broken off, I will marry you as the crown princess."
Shen Zhaoning stood at the foot of the tower, holding the reins and shaking his hands.
But didn't cry.
Her father died on the battlefield three years ago. She took over the Zhenbei Army at the age of sixteen. She understood a truth when she crawled out of the pile of dead people.
On the day the engagement was broken off, Xiao Chengyuan sat on it and looked down at her. She still remembers that look clearly to this day.
"Shen Zhaoning, you are an orphan without a father or a brother. Who would dare to want you if you are separated from the orphan?"
Shen Zhaoning smiled.
In front of him, Manchao Wenwu handed over the divorce letter, turned around and left.
There was a black carriage parked outside the gate of the Prince's Mansion. The car curtain opened, revealing a face - the whole court trembled when they saw this face.
Prince Jing Xiao Xuanye, the royal uncle of the current prince, the regent with great military exploits, was also the person Xiao Chengyuan feared the most.
He stretched out his hand toward her and said in a low voice: "Zhao Ning, get in the car."
"Uncle Huang——" Xiao Chengyuan shouted from behind, his expression suddenly changed, "What do you mean?"
"You are not worthy of listening to what I mean."
That year Shen Zhaoning married his fiancé's uncle.
