No dia do divórcio, toda a mansão do Duque implorou meu perdão

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Her husband’s first love had returned.

In the capital, March still clung to the chill of early spring.

Jiang Yutang sat quietly inside the carriage, watching her husband, Xie Yihe, secretly meeting with a young woman.

The girl was very young, dressed in a white gown, delicate and pitiable.

At that moment, she stood on the hunting grounds, trembling as she held a longbow, turning to coax her husband.

“Brother Yihe, my hands are so weak…”

A rare tenderness appeared on Xie Yihe’s normally cold face — a look Jiang Yutang had never seen before.

He stepped forward, gently drawing the petite figure into his embrace, lowering his head to whisper something that made the woman’s cheeks flush with a rosy blush.

Then, Xie Yihe began teaching her archery, hand in hand.

Their intimate manner was that of a true married couple.

“Bah, what nonsense about a distant cousin! I see her as nothing but a seductive vixen who came here to ensnare the master!” Inside the carriage, the maid Chun Tao fumed indignantly.

Yesterday, Xie Yihe had brought this woman into the mansion under the guise of a distant cousin, and no one in the Duke’s household dared to object.

Jiang Yutang stared at the two figures not far away and suddenly felt a wave of emptiness, lowering the carriage curtain.

She took a deep breath and closed her stinging eyes.

That woman was not Xie Yihe’s distant cousin at all, but his cherished first love.

It was because of her that, a year ago, Xie Yihe had been willing to sever tie