A'Sheng was the head of a prestigious martial family, a man who commanded great respect across the jianghu. Pe…
A'Sheng was the head of a prestigious martial family, a man who commanded great respect across the jianghu. People say he was proud and cold, ill at ease with human interactions. But the day he reached out and caught me, his touch was unbearably gentle. He told me that his grandfather was gravely ill, and that his only wish was to see A'Sheng married. In the martial world, fame brought suspicion, and every woman who approached them had ulterior motives. Only someone like me, stripped of all status and possessions, was his best choice. A'Sheng added that he cared little for love, his heart was devoted to martial arts alone. If I agreed to marry him, I could choose a quiet garden for myself and live as I pleased. That day, he spoke at length, endlessly,
as if terrified that I might refuse.
But I had no reason to refuse.
I had nothing left. Without my title as the Shangguan family's daughter, I could not survive in this world. And most importantly, A'Sheng. I had whispered to myself his name through countless nights, the one I had long buried in my heart, too afraid to ever speak out.
Half a month later, I became his wife. After the wedding, I moved into a quiet courtyard. A'Sheng would visit me from time to time, but more often, he kept his distance, honoring his promise not to disturb me. And I accepted this arrangement. I knew he had married me partly to fulfill his grandfather's wish, and partly out of sympathy for my fall from grace. There was no love between us. And as I was then, I had no right to demand love from anyone.
But three months later, after A'Sheng's birthday banquet, I discovered a shocking secret...