On the day of their grand wedding, Shen Que was ordered to march off to war. He promised Su Ran, “When I return, I will honor and cherish you.”
She believed him. For four years, she served her mother-in-law, cared for her husband’s younger siblings, managed household affairs, poured out her dowry, and even revived her mother-in-law’s failing businesses.
Four years later, he returned triumphant — but with a foreign princess and a son in tow, demanding that his wife be demoted to concubine.
“She is the Princess of Xilong, of noble birth. It is only right that she be the principal wife. For you to be lowered to a secondary wife is no great injustice.”
She, the legitimate eldest daughter of Marquis Yong’an’s household, was to suffer such humiliation? With her own hands she tore apart the shameless woman, with her own feet she kicked away the faithless man. To leave a grudge unavenged is no virtue.
At a palace banquet, she flung the divorce papers in his face, stripping them of their false dignity: “To wrong myself just to give you face? You are not worthy!”
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