No Old Friends in Jiangnan

I loved Zhong Huanjing for ten years, easing his burdens and managing his harem for him.

Every year, I begged him to accompany me to Jiangnan to see the misty rain. Every year, he said he was too busy with state affairs.

Then I saw the itinerary for Jiangnan locked in his box, prepared for Noble Consort Gao: a boat, an umbrella, pastries, everything arranged. I didn't cry. While he was away, I requested permission to relinquish my position and left the palace alone.

He caught up with my boat at the ferry and called my name from across the river. I didn't look back.

He followed me to Jiangnan and stopped me on a stone bridge.

I looked up at him and said, "Zhong Huanjing, in all these ten years, you never once felt you owed me anything. Now my Jiangnan doesn't need you either."

(2026.6.27)

Content warnings:

1. A short story told in first person, quite different from my usual style. It came from a sudden burst of inspiration.

2. A groveling ex-husband story. The heroine chooses herself.

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Theme: Learn to let go and love yourself