Everyone under heaven knows that the Sixth Prince was once wounded in love and has no interest in women, yet my greedy father still married me off to his household. You don’t love me? Then I’ll make you fall for me. You really don’t love me? Just what I wanted. Then divorce me! You have your royal status, and I have my dream of roaming the martial world. Watch me leave behind wealth and privilege and live freely all the same. If you don’t love me, why are we still bound together after I’ve repaid what I owe you? If you’ve already divorced me, why do you chase me to the ends of the earth when I go to the edge of the world? Which do you want more: your empire, or a life together at the ends of the earth?
