"Do you have a grudge against the Prime Minister?"
"...Yes."
"Oh." Chuzheng paused: "Then I suggest you give this to my brother. This thing will be more useful in his hands."
The Prime Minister and the Minister of the Appointments are at odds; all the court officials know about it.
Since Shi Yi wants to use this against the Prime Minister, it means there has to be leverage in it.
"I don’t want to involve anyone." It’s his own business.
"Shi Yi, if you don’t try, how do you know others don’t want to be involved?"
-
Shi Yi stood at the back door of the Yann Residence, not entering for a long time.
The book in his arms had already warmed with his touch.
In Shi Yi’s mind, he couldn’t help but envision the girl leaning by the window, her expression calm yet firm as she spoke to him.
Shi Yi took a deep breath and finally entered the residence.
About two hours later, Shi Yi came out of the residence and silently returned to the Third Prince’s Mansion.
Just upon returning, Shi Yi found the mansion in a state of panic. He frowned and hurried to the Jinxiu Pavilion.
Outside the Jinxiu Pavilion, there were many servants. Shi Yi arrived just in time to see Changsun Hang hurriedly carrying Zhen Rou away.
"Could it be a miscarriage?"
"There’s blood..."
"Would the Prince’s Consort really be so cruel? That’s an innocent little life."
"..."
Shi Yi vaguely heard some discussions, quietly entering the Jinxiu Pavilion.
In the Jinxiu Pavilion, Chuzheng stood in the courtyard while Ying Xiang stood beside her with a frightened look, appearing startled.
There were still people outside, so Shi Yi couldn’t reveal himself.
"Miss... what do we do? Could she really... Miss..." Ying Xiang stammered.
Just now, the person from the Shuixin Pavilion inexplicably came over to pay respects to Chuzheng. Before she could say much, she started mocking Miss.
Of course, her Miss didn’t want to deal with her, so she asked someone to throw her out.
But that’s when the trouble happened.
The servant had just touched her, without using any force, when Zhen Rou started clutching her stomach and screaming.
"Miss, say something." Ying Xiang was almost in tears.
Everyone had seen how much the Third Prince cared about that child recently.
If something really happened, what could they do?
"Say what?" Chuzheng’s face was cold.
"If Zhen Rou really miscarried, Miss... we’ll be in trouble." Ying Xiang wished she could shake Chuzheng’s shoulders.
"A miscarriage is her problem, what’s it got to do with me?" I didn’t even touch her.
They were clearly trying to cause trouble!
The original owner’s memories had this exact scene.
Zhen Rou indeed used this incident to make the original owner suffer a lot.
"Close the door." Chuzheng instructed Ying Xiang to close the courtyard gate, as this was not a zoo where everyone stretched their necks to peek inside.
Once the gate closed, the outside noise was cut off.
Shi Yi stepped out from the shadows: "Need..."
"No need, I can handle it!" Chuzheng interrupted Shi Yi!
Shi Yi: "..."
Shi Yi found Chuzheng a bit odd at this moment. After a few seconds of silence, he turned and left, sending a message to Yann Qin’s side.
Upon hearing about this, Yann Qin couldn’t sit still.
He headed straight for the Third Prince’s Mansion with his people.
"Brother? What are you doing here?"
Yann Qin frowned: "What happened? Why take it seriously with someone without status or title?"
"She orchestrated it herself."
"..."
Yann Qin didn’t doubt Chuzheng’s words, a dark gleam flashed in his eyes.
Yann Qin began to reproach Chuzheng: "I told you not to marry over. If you had listened to me, would any of this have happened?"
Chuzheng nodded: "That’s why I plan to divorce him."
"You just wouldn’t listen... what did you say?" Yann Qin looked at her in surprise.
"Divorce him." Chuzheng said matter-of-factly, "I’ve already thought it through." If I don’t divorce, I’ll end up juggling two relationships, and that’s unacceptable.
Can’t let the Good Person Card be wronged!
Yann Qin’s first reaction was to reach out and feel Chuzheng’s forehead, checking if she had a fever.
Confirming there was no fever, Yann Qin looked at her rather strangely.
He thought her change was because of Changsun Hang.
But he didn’t expect her to say such a thing...
"Alright." Yann Qin exhaled: "This matter, your brother supports you, go ahead without worry."
Chuzheng thanked politely: "Thank you, brother."
Chuzheng coaxed Yann Qin away, took out a paper, and genuinely began writing a divorce letter.
Ying Xiang’s heart trembled: "Miss, you... you’re serious?"
"Obviously."
When the boss says something, it happens.
Ying Xiang: "..." Are you really willing?
Having seen her Miss act foolishly for Changsun Hang, Ying Xiang was truly a bit doubtful.
Of course, Chuzheng was willing. After finishing the divorce letter, she had Ying Xiang deliver it to Changsun Hang, then began packing to leave.
Ying Xiang: "..."
Leaving just like that?!
Ying Xiang felt her Miss resembled a heartless man at this moment.
With Yann Qin’s agreement, Ying Xiang didn’t dare stop her, quickly packing things and calling others to help move belongings.
Most of what needed to be taken were dowry items brought initially, unused by the original owner, now almost entirely taken back as they were.
While tallying, Ying Xiang found it strange.
The Miss hadn’t used her dowry, so where did her money come from?
-
On Changsun Hang’s side, after accompanying Zhen Rou, when the divorce letter reached his hand, Chuzheng’s side was already packed and out of the mansion.
Changsun Hang’s face darkened as he chased to the mansion gate.
"Yann... Prince’s Consort!"
Changsun Hang shouted angrily.
Chuzheng was just about to get into the carriage when she heard the voice. She paused slightly and turned around to look at the man coming out.
"What does this mean?" Changsun Hang waved the letter, questioning Chuzheng: "What do you mean by this?"
Divorce letter!!
He actually received a divorce letter!!
God knows how big the psychological impact was when he received this!
"Third Prince, did you not learn to read? Can’t understand such simple words?"
Changsun Hang: "..."
Of course, he could read!!
The problem was that she dared to write him a divorce letter. It was unheard of for a woman to write a man a divorce letter!
"Who allowed you to write this divorce letter?" She did something wrong, and before he could confront her, she wrote a divorce letter! It was like it was his fault!
"My brother."
Changsun Hang was at a loss.
After backing up with her brother, she then asked leisurely: "Furthermore, Third Prince, do you dare to oppose?"
The girl’s gaze was light, like a pool of water, calm and still. Meeting her eyes, Changsun Hang felt a chill run through him.
A coldness crawled from his feet to his head, plunging his whole body into an icy abyss, his blood freezing, every bone seam filled with chill.
That woman had poisoned him...
The skin tingled slightly, stirring Changsun Hang’s memory, making him recall the scene from that day.
The terror returned.
"Third Prince, do you have any other questions?"
Changsun Hang’s face turned ashen, clutching the divorce letter tightly, wanting to berate Chuzheng, but unable to utter a sound.
Seeing Chuzheng about to leave, Changsun Hang remembered another matter, disregarding other concerns, glaring at her through gritted teeth: "Rourou is pregnant. Why did you have someone push her? Yann Chuzheng, how can you be so vicious!"