Chapter 1 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

“I don't need you anymore.” The day I said that sentence, Hoac Quyet's hand holding the pen immediately stopped. My name is So Chieu. Today is the day Hoac Quyet and I separate. He sat across from me, on the table there was a book with the ink still not completely dry. In his hand, he still clutched the wolf pen, his knuckles were white from using too much force, but for a long time he still refused to put down the final stroke. “Sign.” I opened my mouth, my voice was as calm as a frozen lake surface on a cold winter day, not even a single trace of vibration. "Signed, from now on, between you and me... there is no more connection." Hoac Quyet suddenly raised his head and looked at me. In those deep eyes that once terrified countless enemies and also made me so infatuated that I lost my reason, emotions were now surging that I had never seen before. There was a concussion. There is outrage. There was also a hint of panic that was hard to hide. “So Chieu.” His voice was low, carrying a familiar feeling of oppression, like countless times before, still wanting to hold the entire situation in his hands. “Are you excited enough?” “Just because of a maid?”… .......... I looked at him. Looking at the face that makes me miss that longing night every day. Also look at what that man did back then, in the third year after I married into the Hoac mansion, just because the maid named Bich Dao "accidentally" broke the jade medal he loved, he sternly scolded me for being an incompetent housekeeper in front of all the servants in the palace. In just one night, my position as the head of the house was completely wiped out by him. I remember my birthday that year. Just because of an urgent military alert eight hundred miles from the border, he without hesitation left behind the banquet that I had spent many nights preparing. Not even an explanation. Just like that, he pushed his horse into the blinding snow and wind. Leaving me alone sitting in front of the cold food table, listening to the wind whistling in the hallway all night long. There was also a time when I was infected with wind and cold and had a fever so high that I was unconscious. Even in a trance, I still held him tightly and refused to let go. But he coldly removed my fingers one by one, leaving only one sentence: "There's an urgent matter in the army, I have to go now." That night, the maid Xuan Dao knelt in the snow for half an hour before inviting the doctor to the palace. Every story. One story at a time. Like the cold guns that have long since pierced the heart that once burned for him. “A maid?” I repeated softly, the corners of my lips curled up in an extremely light and cold curve. “General Huo, in your eyes…” “I, So Chieu, am I still not as good as a maid?” He immediately frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I..." "When?" I directly interrupted him. The voice was still calm as before, but each word weighed heavily on the quiet study room. “Bich Dao is your nanny's niece.” "You didn't have the heart to punish her, so you took me, who was the main wife, out to establish authority in front of the whole palace." "My birth, in your eyes, is not as important as the neighing of a war horse in the military camp." "My life... in your heart, is not as good as a military warning, maybe it's just a normal exercise." I slowly stood up. Looking down at him from above. The man who once made me look up like an untouchable god, now sitting in front of me, makes me feel a bit pitiful. “Huo Quyet.” “I'm not making a fuss.” I bent down slightly, my fingertips gently touching the wind and harmony book in front of him. “I just really…” “I don't need you anymore.” It seemed that those words fiercely burned something in his heart. Hoac Quyet suddenly stood up. The tall figure immediately covered a heavy shadow, almost covering my entire body. The murderous aura that was forged on the battlefield unconsciously spilled out, enough to make normal people tremble in fear. But I just calmly raised my head and looked straight into his eyes. In those eyes that once shed countless tears for him... Now

All he had left was a piece of stillness and coldness like the surface of dead water. “So Chieu!” He growled softly, his chest heaving violently. "You are my first wife and I will marry you properly with three lips and six bridesmaids! It is a wedding decreed by the gods!"