In my seventh year as the Marquis’s wife, Chu Huaiyu went to the Xiongnu to bring back the woman he loved, the one who had abandoned him after he became disabled. He even accused me of making her lose her virginity, claiming that was why she had stormed off. To avenge her, Chu Huaiyu stripped me of my title as his wife and made me a slave, subjecting me to endless humiliation. After losing my child, I begged the old madam to let me leave. But Chu Huaiyu regretted what he had done. When he learned that his beloved had framed me, he killed her with his own hands, then traveled a thousand miles to find me and beg for my forgiveness. But my heart had long since turned cold. In the end, he died on the battlefield, buried with the token of love we had once exchanged.
