Chapter 3 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

Outside in the yard, the bare tree branches under the cold winter day were being shaken by the wind. “Huo Quyet.” “The human heart is not a rock.” “It will be cold.” “Will also die.” “The love I have for you…” “It has long since been exhausted by the many times you treated me negligently.” “Drained all the times your mother constantly caused trouble.” "I ran out of money the time you made me lose face in front of everyone because of a maid." "It's also been exhausted every time you use the so-called 'responsibility' as an excuse, leaving me alone in the wind and snow." “Little by little…” “Until there was nothing left.” I turned around. Cold eyes fell on him. There is no hatred inside. There is also no resentment. Only a piece of absolute emptiness remains. “Today, this letter of peace and separation…” “If you sign, you must also sign.” “If you don't sign... you have to sign.” “The threshold of the general's palace is too high.” "I, So Chieu, can't climb." “I don't want to continue climbing anymore.” The study room immediately fell into a dead silence. Only the sound of coals in the copper pot occasionally emitting a few very soft "clicking" sounds. Hoac Quyet stood motionless in place. That tall body, which was always proud and straight, now showed some rare stiffness. He stared fiercely at the wind and glass book on the table. It was like what was placed in front of him was not a thin piece of paper... But a spell that demanded his life. Suddenly— “Bang!” He aggressively punched the purple wooden table with a punch. A loud noise rang out, causing even the corner of the table to crack. “So Chieu!” His eyes were bloodshot, like a fierce beast that had been cornered but didn't know how to vent. “Is she really that unloving?” "Not even a little old love?" “We…” “We?” I directly interrupted him. The tone was calm and chilling. “Between us…” “Is there still such a thing as old love to talk about?” “General Huo…” “Don't make me look down on you even more.” “Look down on me?” It seemed like he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world and was so angry that he burst out laughing. “Good!” “Good for a So Chieu!” "Today you step out of this door..." "Don't ever come back again!" “I Huo Quyet absolutely will not…” “General, please rest assured.” I calmly answered him. Then, from his sleeve, he took out another piece of previously prepared paperwork and gently placed it next to the cracked corner of the table. “This is my dowry list.” “Along with a copy of the general's expenditure records for the past three years.” “My dowry…” “I will take it all away.” “There is also a needle and a thread that belongs to the general's palace…” “I, So Chieu, will absolutely not take half more.” I stopped a bit. Her eyes slowly met his shocked eyes. “As for the retirement letter…” “Is it because you want to retire…” “Or do you want to separate with me…” “You still have to ask the general to think clearly.” "Signing this book of peace and harmony, between you and me at least we can still be considered to be together in harmony." "It's also like saving each other the last bit of dignity." “But if the general insists on making a big deal out of the public office…” “Want to give me a retirement letter…” My voice, word by word, was as cold as a tongue. “Then I don't mind letting the entire upper capital hear…” “How did the General of the God of War treat his concubine.” "How do you favor the maid..." "And pressure the official family to the point that you'd rather have the reputation of being retired..." "Also determined to leave this general's palace." “She!” Hoac Quyet's face instantly turned pale. The blue veins on his forehead bulged violently. He pointed straight at me, so angry that his whole body was shaking. “You actually dare…” “Why don't I dare?” I stood up straight, not taking a step back but looking straight at him. “Hoo Quyet, you were the first to not leave me a way to live.” "You were the first to make me understand clearly that in this deep courtyard, the name 'general's wife' is nothing more than a shackle around my neck, a tool for you and your mother to use to insult me at any time!" “B

Now, that shackle, I will break it with my own hands!” I pointed towards the Hoa ly book, my voice as decisive as a nail: "Sign! Or, we meet on the road!” The air seemed to freeze. Hoac Quyet glared at me fiercely, his eyes seemed to want to devour me alive.