A Red Apricot Branch Reaches Beyond the Wall

On the second day after their wedding, a tiny blush was enough to saddle her with the disgraceful accusation of being unchaste. You want me to divorce you? Fine, but first show this princess consort how sincere you are. The woman grabbed an abacus, her eyes gleaming as she curled her lips into a strange smile and began calculating with a clatter. “Compensation for lost youth, alimony, medical expenses, plus one night of my company for the prince: that comes to six hundred thousand taels of gold. We were husband and wife, after all, so I’ll give you a discount and round it off. I’ll graciously accept one million taels.”