My Lord, Your Wife Has Been Faking Her Death for Three Years

Chasing his wife after losing her / rekindling an old flame / running away while pregnant / faking her death / childhood sweethearts / a possessive Marquis / a love that remained unresolved across a thousand years

On the day the imperial decree granting their marriage arrived, Liu'er handed him a divorce agreement.

That year, the old Marquis brought Liu'er home, and she became his maid.

He used to take pleasure in beating, humiliating, and forcing her to bow her head and serve as a slave. It was the reckless amusement of his youth.

When someone wanted to take away the maid he despised, he clung to her with all his might.

"She's mine."

At sixteen, shamelessly, he played the out-of-tune "Moon over Guanshan" for her.

Liu'er smiled and said, "It sounds lovely. Let's call it 'Moon over Guanshan' instead."

It was the first time she had smiled without holding anything back.

And the first time his ears had turned red.

At twenty-four, he knelt before her grave, only to reunite with her, three years after she had faked her death.

The Marquis, who had been proud all his life, was red-eyed.

This time, he would ask her.

She had been waiting all along for him to ask.

The boy played every note of Moon over Guanshan; for the rest of his life, he gazed toward the distant Moon over Guanshan.

The worldly mountains and passes stood between them, but their hearts had already crossed ten thousand mountains.