Madam Feng-Du appeared in a daze as she held the thin piece of paper. That tiny divorce letter honestly felt like a mountain weighing heavily on her.
"You, you — are going to divorce me?"
Madam Feng-Du seemed to not have awoken from the setback she suffered. She pinched her arms uncontrollably. This must've been a nightmare and wasn't real. How could Feng Gui write a divorce letter to his wife? Just because she'd scolded Changsheng, a bastard?
Feng Gui undetectably knitted his brows, then helplessly replied, "It is an amicable split, not a divorce. Although you made some small mistakes, you committed no wrong in any serious aspects. I have no right to divorce you. Moreover, the attitude towards divorce among lower-class ladies in Zhongzhao is particularly strict..."