Hiding True Identity
Farewell to the Past
I have a secret: eight years ago, I was married.
Originally, I planned to take that secret with me to the grave.
Then I ran into my former husband, Hang Lanque, in Shangjing.
I asked Hang Lanque, “Husband, didn’t you say you were going to the borderlands to repair city walls and earn money to buy me a hairpin?”
Hang Lanque replied, “Wife, didn’t you say you were going to the capital to dance and earn money to buy me a fine horse?”
Excellent. I am now prepared to send him to the grave along with this secret.
