More than five months after the Duke of Xinguo set out to war under imperial orders, a military report arrived: the army he led had fallen into an enemy trap and was surrounded.
But the duke's heir, Chang Xiji, came to me with the woman he could never forget.
“Xiang Lansi, the position of heir's wife was always Mianmian's. It's time for you to give it back!”
I was so furious I laughed.
His father, the Duke of Xinguo, was in mortal danger, his fate unknown, and all this bastard could think about was his beloved Lu Mianmian?
Later, Chang Xiji fell to his knees in front of my horse, gripping the reins desperately without a care for appearances. “Ashi, I was wrong. I really know I was wrong! Please give me another chance, okay?”
