"Today I am divorcing my husband, Ziyou, no matter how many women you have in the future, I will no longer interfere with you!"
Ningyue said calmly, looking at Ziyou's slightly narrowed pupils.
He didn't move much. Ningyue sat down calmly, her face calm.
The first time she saw Ziyou with this woman, she was so shocked and lost her composure, but gradually she got used to it.
He is just a man, and he refuses to tell himself, so there is no point in her staying.
"Ziyou, it's too late for you to regret it now! It's in vain that the princess is so devoted to you and comes all the way here to see you. I didn't expect you to be like this..."
Xuan Bing shouted, although he likes the princess, the princess' happiness depends on Ziyou.
How can others compensate for Ziyou's harm to her?
Yun'er was polishing his ink, and everyone was staring at Ziyou closely.
Ziyou's lips moved and her hands trembled, but she never said a word.
The ink was finally polished, and the autumn wind blew. Ningyue smiled calmly, with a trace of sadness in her eyes.
"Since you are given the opportunity and you don't want it, then I...have nothing to say."
She turned around and came to the stone table. She picked up the pen, dipped it in ink, and gently drew on the rice paper, stroke by stroke, to write out the content of Xiu Fu.
Chongjian looked at Ningyue heartbrokenly from the side
It hurts that she was hurt. It hurts that she frowned so tightly when she divorced her husband.
She loves Ziyou. She finally got out of her own shadow, but fell into Ziyou's shadow again.
How could he bear it?
"Ziyou, the princess has always treated you well. Before the divorce letter is finalized, you still have a chance to look back! Although I, Chongjian... still like the princess, I don't want her happiness to be ruined in your hands again!"
Chongjian couldn't help but said. Ziyou sneered and looked at Chongjian with inexplicable hostility in his eyes.
Seeing that Ziyou didn't speak, Ningyue sighed softly, feeling extremely melancholy. She wrote her name on the last signature and then printed her fingerprints.
She pressed the divorce letter with an inkstone and looked at Ziyou calmly, "I remember our past friendship, so I won't execute you. I just hope that you will completely forget me in the future, so that I can find my husband with peace of mind."
The next man, I, is not a virtuous woman, and happiness has nothing to do with how many times you marry... You don’t have to worry about me, I’ll tell you this, take care.”