Chapter 1 — General, It's No Time Anymore... My Wife Has Remarried

General, it's too late, my wife has remarried... The day Hoac Dien and I separated, heavy snow covered the entire capital. I knelt on the cold ground, both hands holding the peace letter he threw down in front of me. The ink on the paper had not yet completely dried, each sentence and each word felt like a knife stabbing straight into the heart.

“A Ly, this is for your good.”

He was wearing a mysterious armor, preparing to go out, his body was tall and straight like a pine tree, but when he looked at me, his eyes were like looking at an old, useless thing.

"This trip to Bac Cuong, life and death are unpredictable. If I die in battle, you will become a martyr's relative and will not be able to remarry for the rest of your life. If I am lucky enough to return victorious and become a marquis and worship a general, then a woman from a merchant family like you will no longer be worthy of me."

“Giving her freedom is my final mercy.”

His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer, blow by blow crushing all my delusions and delusions over the past six years. He and I have been married for six years. I followed him from an unknown little pawn, step by step to today, becoming a General of Chinh Bac who was personally praised by the Supreme Saint. I used all of my mother's family's money to help him make connections, order armor, and recruit soldiers. But now, my value has been completely destroyed. In his eyes, I have become the last obstacle on his path to supreme glory. I looked at his handsome yet cold face and suddenly burst out laughing, laughing so much that tears also fell. My voice was hoarse, I only said one word. I looked at the golden General's palace, splendid but cold as an ice cellar, one last time.

“Thank you, general, for your success.”

It seemed like he didn't expect me to be so calm. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, but they quickly relaxed. He's so busy pursuing his career that he doesn't have time to care about my feelings. Hoo Dien turned around, led his soldiers, stepped on the thick layer of snow that covered the ground, and left without looking back. The sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared at the end of the chewing field. I clenched the peace book in my hand, my nails digging deep into my palms, yet I didn't feel a trace of pain. Because this heart has long died. Leaving the General's palace, the only things I brought with me were the list of dowries that year and a few close-fitting clothes. What Hoo Dien said is right, I was originally the daughter of a merchant family. My parents passed away when I was young, leaving me only an old building and a few unremarkable shops in the capital. That year, because I wanted to help Hoac Dien, I almost sold all my assets. But now, I have nothing left, only a ruined manor house on the outskirts of the capital left by my grandmother's family. The day I left the capital, I didn't tell anyone. I sat on the bumpy cart, looking at the bustling capital behind me getting farther and farther away, but there was no longer a trace of nostalgia in my heart. That citadel once gave me the most beautiful dream, and at the same time gave me the most painful wound. All the way south, traveling for nearly half a month, we returned to the place in our memories called "Ha Khe village". The manor was more dilapidated than I imagined, the house was shaky and about to collapse, and weeds grew up to half a person in the yard. Eyes When the people in the village looked at me, they were filled with sympathy and pity. Perhaps they had all heard that the famous Great General in the capital had abandoned his wife, Cao Khang, who had suffered with him. I don't pay attention to those things. I just want to find a place where I can live peacefully for the rest of my life. I hired a few villagers to help me repair the rooms and clean up the yard. I didn't have enough money, so I took the last gold brooch on my head to pawn it. Although the days are poor and miserable, they make people feel extremely peaceful. I began to follow the style of the village women, clearing the wasteland in the yard and growing some green vegetables that were easy to grow. Every day, when the sun rises, we work, and when the sun sets, we rest. Our hands are quickly rubbed into a thick layer of calluses, and our skin is exposed to the sun until it's dark. However, it has been a long time since we have had such peaceful sleep.