Back When I Was Married to a Traditional Husband

I don't love my husband. He is young, but pedantic and dull, like an old antique buried in the soil. Even though he had been interested in me since he was a child, everyone praised him for his young talent, and the in-laws of both parties had already agreed to marry me. He wrote three letters and six etiquettes, and carried a sedan chair to marry me as his wife. I don't love him either. He knew that I didn't love him, so after three years of marriage, he and I were on equal footing and respected each other as if we were guests. Three years later, I followed him to Beijing to take the exam. He was the number one scholar in high school, but he was chosen as the son-in-law by someone who was ranked below him. I knew he refused the marriage, but he had no intention of letting this opportunity pass. So, I got furious and accused him of abandoning his wife who was a loser. I refused to listen to him no matter how hard I tried to explain, so I forced him to sign the divorce agreement and walk away. Then, I died. In the high sect of Tianjia, the person the princess wants must be obtained. And I am just a stumbling block in the eyes of those in high positions. After my death, my soul remained in this world, and I watched helplessly as my husband grew gray and haggard overnight. He left the capital to observe mourning for three years. After returning, he became a generation of powerful courtiers, destroying the century-old foundation of the previous dynasty. Then, on the day when the rebels attacked the city, I drank a glass of poisoned wine and died in front of my grave. I stood in front of his body, looking at the row of tombstones that read "The Tomb of My Beloved Wife." The tip of my nose felt sour, and suddenly I didn't hate this sentence so much. In a big dream, I found myself back on my wedding day, wearing a red hijab. Different from the previous life, after a burst of rapid footsteps, he hurried towards me. When it comes close, it stops suddenly. I heard him say: "Although marriage is the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker, it is ultimately a family matter between you and me. It is my fault to ignore your wishes. Now that the ceremony has not been completed, if you don't want to..." Why are you so long-winded? It's different from my previous life. I was impatient and quickly pulled off my hijab. She stood up, hugged him, and kissed him. Conception:.