Chapter 5 — That Day of Reconciliation, the God of War Former Husband Resolved Not to Let Go

The shyness and anticipation of the big wedding day, the joy of knowing he had returned triumphantly, the loneliness of being alone in the room without a pillow, the humiliation of being harassed by his mother, the awkwardness of being scolded by him... all the sweetness and bitterness, at this moment, turned into a scene that gradually receded behind me. The servants in the palace stood from afar watching, each person's eyes were different, some were sympathetic, some were curious, but most of all they were still indifferent. This general's palace, from beginning to end, was never my home. When reaching the second gate, a neatly dressed woman with a gold brooch on her head stepped out to block the way. That's Ma Ma Vuong, the most effective mama in charge of things next to Hoac Quyet's mother, who is also my mother - Mrs. Huo. She smiled without a smile on her face, making a formal ceremony, but her eyes were full of contempt: "Oh my, where are you going, young lady?" "As the old lady said, the rules in this palace are that even if you want to leave, you have to come in front of her and bow your head to thank her for her 'care' over the years." She deliberately emphasized the word "considerate", her voice filled with sarcasm. Xuan Dao was so angry that his face turned white and he wanted to argue. I gently held her hand. I looked towards Mother Vuong, without any expression on my face: "May I please tell you, old lady, General Huo and I have signed a separation agreement." “From this moment on, I and Huo Palace no longer have any relationship.” "The old lady's rules... please forgive So Chieu for not being able to follow them." “She!” Mother Vuong did not expect me to dare to oppose so decisively, her expression immediately changed. "You really have no rules! Separation? I see it as being abandoned! Is a mean-spirited merchant like you worthy of a general signing a letter of separation? Surely you..." "Mother Wang!" A cold voice rang out from behind, carrying suppressed anger. We turned around at the same time. I don't know when, Hoac Quyet was standing under the hallway pillar not far away, his face was pale, his eyes were gloomy, staring at Mother Vuong. “Ta… general!” Mother Vuong was startled and immediately changed her face to a flattering expression. “This old slave is only serving the old lady's orders…” “Go aside!” Hoac Quyet shouted softly in a cold voice. The sound was not loud, but it carried a majesty that did not allow for argument. Mother Vuong was so scared that she trembled, did not dare to say another word, and retreated grayly to the side. Hoac Quyet's eyes passed over Mother Vuong and fell on him. That look was extremely complicated, there was anger that hadn't dissipated, there was awkwardness due to being opposed, and it seemed like there was also a trace of... wanting to say something but not being able to say it out loud. I calmly moved my eyes away and didn't look at him anymore. Facing the direction he was standing, I bowed my knees slightly and performed a standard farewell. After that, I took Xuan Dao's hand and walked through that tall door without looking back. The red-painted door behind him slowly closed, emitting a heavy and prolonged sound. Completely separate the inner world - the place that once contained all of our love, hatred, and delusion. Also separated... that man's last eyes looked at me. The winter sunlight fell on my face, bringing with it a faint warmth. I took a deep breath, the cold air flowing into my lungs, bringing a kind of alertness and... relief like never before. “Miss, where are we going?” Xuan Dao asked in a low voice, her words carrying a hint of obscurity regarding the future. I squeezed her arms tightly, my eyes directed towards the end of the long street crowded with passersby. “Go where we belong.” I took Xuan Dao with me and did not return to the So family. My parents truly love me, but the So family is not a wealthy family, just an ordinary well-off merchant family. That year, being able to become friends with the general's palace was already a high climb. Now I have returned to my mother's house in peace. Even if my parents don't say anything, the negative words and strange looks of my clan relatives are enough to make my parents uncomfortable, enough to make me suffocate. More importantly, I don't want to continue to rely on anyone anymore. Three years ago, I carried ten miles of red clothes, filled with anticipation, and married into the general's palace.