The Butcher's Daughter

As the first top scholar in history to be divorced, Song Yu watched with his own eyes as his ex-wife transformed from a despised butcher’s daughter into the marquise every woman in the capital envied. His heart grew colder by the day. The west wind howled, and the setting sun was red as blood. Hu Xiu’er entered the commander’s tent with a butcher’s knife in hand, having just hacked off an enemy general’s head. Looking at her badly wounded live-in husband, she said gravely, “In our last life, you buried my bones. In this one, I’ll fight for you. We’re even now, so let’s divorce.” Gu Qingyan, a young man who had made a name for himself early and earned his marquisate through military service before he turned twenty, coughed until his eyes watered. “You really want to divorce me?” Hu Xiu’er didn’t dare look at him. She steeled herself. She was only a butcher’s daughter. She couldn’t expect the mighty Marquis of Yongguan, the emperor’s own nephew, to be a live-in son-in-law, could she? The inspector-general Song Yu suddenly entered the tent. “So you were only pretending to be married. Xiu’er, you really do still have feelings for me.” Hu Xiu’er gripped her butcher’s knife. In our last life, you left me without a whole corpse. What the hell makes you think I have feelings for you in this one? Gu Qingyan, who had been bedridden for days, sprang up on the spot and tugged at Hu Xiu’er’s sleeve with a pitiful look. “My lady, Scholar Song has threatened me with this time and again. I didn’t even dare bring it up with you.” Song Yu nearly fainted with rage. Who was it that had repeatedly attacked him from the shadows and almost broken his leg? Gu Qingyan, you’re the illustrious Marquis of Yongguan. Can you show some shame?! Hu Xiu’er yanked Gu Qingyan behind her. “Don’t worry. We’re truly married. If he dares spout nonsense again, I’ll cut him down.” Having gotten what he wanted, Gu Qingyan turned to Song Yu with a smug curl of his lips. His eyes were full of murderous intent, but his voice was tender. “My lady, don’t dirty your hands on trash like him.” Leave it to me!