Yan Zhuo'er turned around and was about to go out again, but she had no choice. There was too little air here and there were too many people to breathe. She was afraid she would suffer from hypoxia.
"My lord, how could you marry a woman like her? You see, she has a face but no cheeks, a body but no body, and she has no attractiveness at all."
Ata Yan'er's words made Yan Zhui'er almost fall out just as he was about to step out of the threshold.
Want a face without shame, a figure without a figure?
Talk about her?[
Yan Zhui'er lowered his head and glanced at himself,
It's quite plump, concave as it should be, convex as it should be...
She really couldn't see what was wrong with her.
"Oh?" Xia Houyu said lightly.
"And you don't know yet, my lord, right?
When Yan'er first came here, she was so rude to Yan'er.
My lord, you have to help Yan'er make the decision." Ata Yan'er barely leaned her whole body against Xia Houyu,
But one pair of eyes looked towards the door with pride.
"Oh, really? Then how do you want to make the decision?"
"It's best to divorce her. She's of no use anyway."
Divorce her?
Before, she had been thinking about how Ata Yan'er could break up with her in front of Xia Houyu.
Turns out, it's that easy.
Then doesn't she just save worry and trouble?
"Yes, that's right. Your Majesty, you should listen to Miss Atta and divorce me."
Yan Zhui'er turned around, her eyes bright,
Staring straight into Xia Houyu's eyes, wishing that he would nod and say yes immediately,
The best thing is to get a pen and paper out right away.