Farewell, My General

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general. He rode a tall horse and took me to the capital, promising a good life. But my o

s looked down on me. The Princess even said she wanted the Emperor t

him the divorce papers and a note: "You go be your great general, and I'll stick

neral's wife? I wanted to be the m

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he drumstick on the plate. Usually, Mom would knock my han

r and I have found

or five years without any new

nching on the dr

ks. "You're twenty already. If you keep delaying, how will

ease. "What's wrong with being a peddler? I want

d I was their only child. I had long decided to sta

nlooker. "It's all your fault. I told you a girl shouldn't

l. "She's not that old yet. Besides, our daughter is as b

You and your g

flirting, I quickly finished my

n box. Counting it, I was surprised to find I had saved quite a bit. I

ntryside with a carrying pole every day. Dad wouldn't need to work in the fields,

ift from Gavin when we got engaged. Five years ago, he left with his backpack, holding my hand reluc

nd he hadn't sent a single l

's, and set out with my carrying pole. Mom chased after me from

and went to farther villages. Fortunately, I was good with words, and my goods

path. "Hold it right there! Who gave

s looked like they could punch me into the ground. I apologiz

ded his hand.

guy behind him rudely grabbed m

of losses," I sighed. This wasn't the first time I'd been harassed. Because m

g, which Mom had sewn for me by lamplight. She spent two days and nights on it, and Dad had teased her abou

ogether and muttered

wouldn't have been bullied. Thinking about the troubles caused by these t

ut when I reached the door, I saw a tall horse tied up,

gure sitting there, drinking coffee with Dad. My hands shook, and I dropped the c

scrambling to pick up the candies. "Patt