Lu Ying wailed like someone who had lost her mind. She deliberately shouted loudly, so that the surrounding soldiers and onlookers could hear, thereby declaring her identity.
She brushed off the rotten vegetable leaves clinging to her body, stood up, and yelled at the crowd, "Look carefully! I, Lu Ying, am Su Hao's wife, the young madam of the Marquis's Manor! You wish for my death, in your dreams! Even he, Su Hao, has no right to kill his wife!"
"The wife of this general is Wu Jinyan."
Su Hao rustled open a document, which was a marriage certificate, with neat and tidy handwriting, sealed with the Ministry of Rites' stamp, and noted for record by the Capital Prefecture.
It was Su Hao's marriage certificate.
And the glaring bold characters on it bore the name Wu Jinyan.
Lu Ying's heart was being torn apart piece by piece, held in someone's hand, and mercilessly crushed.
