It had been three years since Shen Wan had been married to the Yongning Marquis Mansion. The dowry had made up for the shortfall, and everyone around her had been sent away. On the day of the miscarriage, he was watching the lanterns with his cousin.
She wrote the letter of separation neatly, and he signed it happily.
She opened a pharmacy in the south of the city and treated women, and her days gradually improved.
Later, he checked the dowry account and saw his cousin's face clearly. He sat in her shop all afternoon and she didn't let him eat.
He sent away his concubines, eliminated his middle-aged wives, studied for girls in the fiefdom, and fulfilled all the words she had said back then.
Someone asked her: "Doctor Shen, if Yongning Marquis is like this, why don't you look back?"
She was writing prescriptions with her head down and kept writing: "I will practice my medicine, and he will be his lord. Everyone just goes his own way."
The sun was shining outside the window. The apprentice was drying medicine in the courtyard and called "Sir".
She responded, put down her pen, and went out.
Intention: Women are independent and do not rely on men to fulfill their lives. Repentance is his business, letting go is her business.