In the Sixth Year of My Exile, the Marquis's Father and Son Wanted to Bring Me Home

After the woman general lost a battle, she falsely accused my father of embezzlement. I knelt and begged my husband to save my family, but he said it was hard enough for a woman to fight on the battlefield, and that my father’s death had been worthwhile if it saved her. Even my own son mocked me. “You don’t deserve to be my mother. All you do is cry.” Later, I was exiled to the northern desert for six whole years. When we met again on the street, they were red-eyed and said they wanted to take me home. But I already had new children, a new love, and a new home.