[The day we divorced, he slapped me. At court, he knelt and begged me to remarry him]
[Obsessive ex-husband | Powerful official’s secret crush | Coercive love]
When Shen Ziqing was seven, she saved Song Wenyan, who was on the brink of death. From that moment on, she loved him at first sight and for a lifetime.
At seventeen, she used the power of the Shen family to help him climb the ranks.
At twenty-one, Song Wenyan gripped her chin and slapped her so hard that blood spilled from the corner of her mouth. “Shen Ziqing! Giving up the main courtyard is only right. Xinrou is the one who saved my life! How dare you occupy her place?”
The slap rang out. She swallowed the metallic taste in her mouth, then suddenly laughed softly. “Song Wenyan, let’s divorce.”
-
From the moment Pei Zhao glimpsed her, he gave her his whole heart.
She married another man, and he watched over her quietly, never disturbing her.
Until she handed over that divorce decree. At last, he could hold back no longer!
At court, he clashed with Song Wenyan at every turn, driving him to the brink.
During meetings, he hid barbs beneath his smooth words, making every step difficult for him.
The officials assumed they simply disagreed on policy.
Late one night, he climbed over the wall and cornered her in the courtyard, his voice hoarse.
“I used to fear getting in the way of your happiness, so I never dared come close. Now you’re free, and I won’t hold back.”
He leaned in, his gaze burning. “Marry me, or I’ll lock you up for the rest of your life. You choose.”
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One day, in the palace hall, Song Wenyan knelt for a long time, weeping as he begged her to remarry him.
As the officials whispered among themselves, Pei Zhao stepped forward. His crimson robes swept past her, blocking Song Wenyan’s view of her.
“Lord Song, you were the one who shattered the pearl you held in your palm.”
He turned to her and held out his hand. His eyes brimmed with tender madness and absolute certainty.
“And I am fortunate enough to bow down and be the one who holds her in the palm of my hand.”
