In the fifth year after his separation from Zhao Jue, Wen Junhe traveled all the way to Yanzhou.
While resting in the teahouse, I heard someone talking about Zhao Jue, praising him for his ability to solve cases like a god, for being both civil and military, and for being more handsome than Pan An.
Some people say that he has never married after his divorce, and many ladies in the capital flock to him. Others say that he and his ex-wife were a bitter couple, and they only had to get away after being entangled for many years.
"If they were resentful spouses, how come they never married after they divorced?"
I don't know who asked, and everyone looked at each other, only saying that the previous Mrs. Zhao was plain-looking and did not match Mr. Zhao.
Wen Junhe sat by the window and listened to the gossip, but he just smiled.
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Many years later, when Wen Junhe thought of the lantern festival he missed when he was young, Zhao Jue's face would always appear in front of his eyes.
The boy's eyebrows were soaked by the rain, his black hair stuck to his eyebrows, and his eyes were still shining in the dark night.
He rushed into the cloister with the moisture of rain all over his body, and the silk palace lantern in his arms still had a weak candlelight.
Amidst the thunder and rain, she heard someone say——
"Wen Junhe, I brought a lantern back for you!"
Later, the man said again——
"Wen Junhe, I have a sweetheart."
"I'm different from you. She is the most beautiful and talented girl in Yongzhou."
"Wen Junhe, it is my parents' wish to propose marriage."
"Three years, we will divorce in three years."
"Ahe..."
Purpose: Choose your own life
