A moment later, a pen and paper were placed in front of Zhao Fuqing. He picked up the pen and glared at Jiang Ruyun." Do you really want to divorce?"
Jiang Ruyun didn't say anything. Seeing this, Zhao Fuqing wrote down the letter of divorce with a gloomy expression and threw it to Jiang Ruyun. He said coldly, "I hope you won't regret this."
"Rest assured, Prince. Even if I regret it, I will not implicate the Huainan Mansion."
"Ha… A wilted flower indeed, believing she's still a blooming one."
On hearing Ruyun's words, Chu Rou's eyes reflected nothing but scorn.
Jiang Ruyun held her tongue, her eyes radiating shame.
"Qing Er, we should leave."
Seeing Jiang Ruyun's silence, Chu Rou's eyes gleamed with triumph. Yet as she began to leave, a sudden pain in her foot had her stumbling forward, her forehead colliding with the door sill.
"Your, Your Highness..."