Princess Wei's whole body trembled, and her calm face slowly cracked like ice. Her eyes were filled with shock and horror. She grabbed his wrist with both hands and said a word from between her teeth, "
Say it again."
Princess Wei herself could not hear these words. Her ears and brain had been blown to powder, and only the buzzing sound was left in her ears.
But she knew that she had asked, so she kept staring at his lips, reading every word he said, "Qingyang Jun and your child were killed by me myself."
The last trace of hope shattered suddenly, and the words she read were like thousands of sharp knives piercing into her heart, causing her whole body to curl up in pain.
She slowly let go of his hand and looked at his eyes, unfamiliar and full of hatred.
Her body leaned back, and then slowly fell down. Her face was ashen, and she suddenly lost all her light.
Seeing her like this, King Wei felt only endless happiness in his heart, as if the hatred and grievance he had suppressed for more than a year were finally released today.
He said coldly: "I will report to my father and give you a letter of divorce. Don't occupy the position of your old friend. Pretend to be dead and go back to your parents' house. I don't want to see you in this life."
After saying that, he walked away without even looking at Princess Wei.
The mother-in-law and the maid hurriedly came forward. When she saw the red fingerprints on Princess Wei's face, the mother-in-law cried, "Hey, why is the prince so confused?"
"Princess, how are you?" the maid also cried and asked.
Princess Wei seemed to be dead, lying motionless, with the traces of fragmentation still in her eyes.
"Princess, Princess, what's wrong with you? Please answer Mother Wu." The mother-in-law cried and shook her arm.
Princess Wei slowly turned her head to look at her mother-in-law, as if looking at a stranger, but tears welled up quickly and fell from the corners of her eyes.
"Wu Ma..." Her voice was so soft and weak, as if squeezed out of a cotton ball, "It's really cold here."
Wu Ma said quickly: "Cold? Okay, okay, add the stove, add the stove..."
She quickly turned around and asked someone to bring in two stoves. She sat on the edge of the bed, rubbed her face, covered her with a quilt, and asked with concern: "Is it still cold? Does your face hurt?"
"Wu Ma," she sighed faintly, slowly tilted her head in, like an ostrich trying to hide her head, and murmured: "Am I really vain? How could I believe it in the first place? How could I still be so vain?
Are you moved? It's because I'm young. The prince at that time was so infatuated with me that he risked his life for me, so I left with him. In the final analysis, the fault is still my own. Who can I blame now?"
Wu Ma cried, "Princess, please don't think like this. The prince liked you at the beginning, but he was just confused for a moment. Men always have something new to do. The prince will come back and he will know that he was wrong.
"
Princess Wei closed her eyes and said almost inaudibly: "I can't go back. He and I can never go back again."