Chapter 2 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

"Is it possible for her to separate if she wants to separate?" "The Holy One gives marriage, it is a good fate, not a bad fate." I didn't take a step back, I looked straight at him with cold eyes. "Now that the relationship has ended, it should naturally end." “If the general refuses to sign, that's okay.” “I invited Vuong Secretary of Kinh Trieu Doan to testify.” "According to royal law, a husband and wife who live together for three years can still divorce." I paused slightly, the corners of my lips curling up into an extremely faint smile. "It's just that... the general, the god of war, was sued by his wife and asked for a divorce." “If that story gets out…” “I'm afraid it will be even harder to hear than if you signed this letter of seal of honor.” “Are you threatening me?” Tears immediately rose in his eyes. The strong hand suddenly squeezed my wrist, the force was so great that it almost crushed my bones. The familiar pain immediately came. For the past three years, every time he argued, he lost control. It was like the person standing in front of him was not his wife, but an enemy soldier on the battlefield. I don't struggle. Just quietly bowed my head and looked at his hand. That hand covered with thin calluses can pull a bow, hold a sword, and can easily bruise your wrist over and over again. “Let go.” My voice is cold as ice. “I won't let go!” He almost gritted his teeth as he said every word. The bottom of his eyes were bloodshot as if he was trying to suppress something that was about to go out of control. “So Chieu, what else do you want?” “I admit, I was negligent with you before.” “But I am a general!” “I have my responsibilities!” "If you protect the country and society, how can you be surrounded by love between men and women every day?" “Could it be that you… can't understand me a little bit?” Understand. Those two words are like cold, aggressive tongues stabbing straight into the softest place in our hearts. “Understand?” I burst out laughing. That laughter contained endless sadness and sarcasm. “Huo Quyet, you tell me…” “These three years, more than a thousand days and nights…” “Haven't I understood you enough?” "When you go out to war, I take care of your mother for you and manage the general's palace's internal affairs. I have never dared to neglect even half of it." "Your mother doesn't like me, criticizes me for being from a wealthy family, and not worthy of the noble general's palace of the Hoac family." "She causes trouble everywhere, cuts our expenses, and scolds the mulberry tree every day." “Have I ever complained to you once?” "Every time he returned triumphantly, he brought with him not only the head of the enemy's commander, but also a strange treasure he had captured on the battlefield." “But have you ever thought about it?” “During the days when you are not at the palace…” “Your wife, even if you want to drink a bowl of hot soup, you have to look at the kitchen lady's face.” “I'm wearing…” “It's still the same clothes from two years ago.” I looked at him, every word was so calm that it made people breathless. “He said he had a responsibility, he had to protect the country and society.” "Okay." “I understand.” “But you tell me…” “When your subordinates are reunited with their families during the holidays…” “And your wife can only guard this vast and cold general's palace alone…” “Hearing the sound of fireworks in the street…” “Secretly guess whether you are drinking in the military barracks at this moment…” “Or somewhere else more important than me…” “So my understanding…” “What does it all mean?” My voice is not loud. But like a blunt tongue, bit by bit it cut through the quiet atmosphere in the study room. Hoc Quyet's hand that was holding my wrist gradually loosened. He looked at me. There was shock in his eyes. There is strangeness. There is also the struggle when the disguise is gradually exposed by others. “These things…” His voice was so hoarse it was hard to hear. “Why didn't you ever tell me?” “Tell him?” I gently pulled back my almost numb wrist, my fingertips gently rubbing the clear red marks on my skin. “General Huo works hundreds of thousands of things every day, even for the country

The big matter has not been resolved yet.” "How dare you bring out the petty thoughts of a backroom woman like me?" "Even if I say..." "At most, it will only be exchanged for a sentence 'pretending to be president', or a sentence 'as the mother of the general's palace, I can't stand even that little bit of resentment'." I slowly walked to the window.