She was the only daughter of Nanjing’s richest man. For him, she concealed her brilliance and willingly became the canary in his gilded cage. Yet on their wedding day, he rushed off to the battlefield, leaving her alone to care for her gravely ill self and a heart that grew colder with each passing day.
A “divorce agreement” was the last shred of dignity she gave herself.
She crossed the ocean, tore off her wedding dress, and raised the signboard of “Yunshang” in Paris, stunning the world with the beauty of the East and letting everyone know.
She, Song Qian, had never been anyone’s accessory.
And he the cold-faced young marshal hailed as the “Soul of the Su Army” clawed his way out from piles of corpses. From the battlefield he chased her to Paris, and from Paris all the way back to Nanjing.
In front of a hall full of nobles and elites, he overturned the “confidant” by her side…
