Song Xian was a concubine’s daughter, married in her late sister’s stead to Wei Ling, the youngest and most promising gentleman in the capital, envied by all.
Three years later, a single divorce paper shocked the entire city.
But only Song Xian herself knew: she was finally free. No more bending to please, no more cold nights and indifferent husband—none of it concerned her anymore.
Leaving the past behind, Song Xian suddenly found hope. Her exquisite embroidery made her famous far and wide.
Noblewomen flocked to her workshop, and the name “Wei Ling” was often mentioned. Only then did Song Xian learn that her former husband had risen to the highest rank, holding power over the realm, the dream of countless women in the capital.
A regular customer teased: “Madam Song, if it were you, would you marry the Grand Chancellor?”
Song Xian answered calmly: “How could I be worthy? The Grand Chancellor should marry a princess.”
“You are radiant as a fairy, don’t belittle yourself. Just recently, the young master of the Marquis of Yongyi asked me to inquire about your marriage prospects.”
Song Xian only smiled faintly, saying nothing.
Outside the wall, a man’s gaze darkened, anger spilling forth, the finger ring in his hand shattering to pieces.
Not worthy?
The Marquis of Yongyi’s young master?
Song Xian—don’t even think about it!
The only mistake he had ever made was signing that divorce paper, letting her go.
(Credit : Shanghai Fantasy)
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