Three years into their marriage, Jiang Muwan, a noble daughter of a distinguished family, had humbled herself by marrying into the Marquis of Yongning’s household, bound to an empty marriage decreed by the late emperor.
She kept her sharp edges hidden and let her radiance fade. Every day, she cooked with her own hands; every night, she waited by lamplight. She let all her tenderness become an obsession, devoting herself to her duties as the marquis’s wife, caring for the household and managing its affairs, all in the hope of earning a single glimpse of affection from her husband, Lu Jingyuan. But he remained cold and indifferent, treating her as if she didn’t exist. Even a single kind word from him became a wish she hardly dared to entertain.
The woman he had kept in his heart for six years, Bai Shuyao, returned to the capital with a five-year-old child, declaring to the world that the boy was Lu Jingyuan’s own flesh and blood. From that moment on, there was no place left for Jiang Muwan in the marquis’s household. To protect the woman he loved and her son, Lu Jingyuan used military affairs on the border as an excuse to stay away for months. Even after returning, he confined her to a remote courtyard, cut off her allowance, and dismissed her servants, letting the household staff mistreat her and his beloved humiliate her at will. He watched coldly, even scolding her to her face for being jealous and unreasonable, unfit to be the marquis’s wife.
Three years of devotion, crushed to dust in a single day. She had ruined her health and exhausted herself for him, sacrificing her family’s honor, only to end up battered and brokenhearted. On a snowy night, she dragged her frail body forward and wrote a letter of separation with her own hand, her fingertips stained with blood, every word wrung from her heart. She fell to her knees before him, staggering with every step, her voice hoarse, devoid of all affection. “Lu Jingyuan, I, Jiang Muwan, will never see you again for the rest of my life. I beg you to grant me a separation.…”
I felt gloomy and sad when I read it. The setting of the male protagonist, the setting of the female protagonist, the setting of the three lives. The first is the ending of two people and their divorce, and the two deaths. The second is the heroine marrying someone else and giving birth to a pair of children, and he is alone. The third life is still being written.
Not bad, not procrastinating, very readable, unlike some books that you can't put down after reading it for a while
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I felt gloomy and sad when I read it. The setting of the male protagonist, the setting of the female protagonist, the setting of the three lives. The first is the ending of two people and their divorce, and the two deaths. The second is the heroine marrying someone else and giving birth to a pair of children, and he is alone. The third life is still being written.
Not bad, not procrastinating, very readable, unlike some books that you can't put down after reading it for a while
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