Yuan Feijing picked up the teapot and poured herself a cup of tea: "I am not his opponent, how can I stop him?"
Long Qian was almost mad at her. Isn't she his personal bodyguard?
When something like this happens, you want to completely shirk responsibility with just one sentence?
"What's wrong?" Yuan Feijing squeezed the tea cup and looked back at her, "Don't tell me what happened between you and Long last night."
"Nothing happened!" Long Qian glanced at her and turned back.
When she took steps, she tried to walk as normally as possible, not wanting Yuan Feijing to notice the clues.
Hiss...it hurts!
Long Qian put on her clothes, tied up her long hair, and returned to sit next to Yuan Feijing.
"You are getting a divorce... No, what are the procedures for your divorce?" She drank a cup of tea in one breath and put the cup down.
"What Heli?" Yuan Feijing looked at her with a puzzled look.
"Didn't Prince Ling want to divorce me and marry the princess of Ningxia? In that case, we are divorced." Long Qian also took out a pair of chopsticks.
"Do we need to prepare a divorce letter? Once both parties sign it, my marriage to Prince Ling will be over? Is that so?"
Yuan Feijing frowned and nodded: "Probably so."
"Okay." Long Qian ate a piece of pastry and stood up, "I'll prepare a pen and paper, and you can teach me how to write."
"What on earth do you want to write?" Yuan Feijing asked.
"Heli Shu." Long Qian dropped a word and walked out of the inner room.
Soon, she returned to Yuan Feijing with a piece of paper and a pen in her hand.
"You write it." Long Qian pushed the paper in front of Yuan Feijing.
"I can't write." Yuan Feijing shook her head and continued eating steamed buns.
Who knows what the prince is thinking? What is the difference between instigating the princess to write a divorce letter at this time and seeking death?
The dragon is the prince, and the prince is the dragon. Only Long Qian is so stupid and doesn't know.
"I'll write it myself." Long Qian took back the paper and pen, "You say a word, and I'll write a word. How about one tael of silver per word?"
Just now she discovered that Chu Qianqian's wallet was still there, with a lot of cash and banknotes in it.
A letter of resignation is enough!
When Yuan Feijing heard about the opportunity to fill her pocket, she immediately became energetic.
Her family is not poor, but she has not asked for money from her family for a long time. She is used to being carefree and can spend all her monthly salary.
"The price is quite reasonable. I'll try my best to help. In fact, it's the same as Lishu. It should be written above..."
Yuan Feijing kept repeating that Prince Ling was impatient and that the simpler the book would be, the better, but he continued to say at least two hundred words.
Long Qian, who was sitting opposite her, took back his pen, picked up the letter with both hands, and blew on it: "Perfect!"
"Has it been written so quickly?" Yuan Feijing stood up excitedly when she saw the two hundred taels of silver in hand and walked over.
Her eyes fell on the letter in Long Qian's hand, and her face suddenly darkened.
"I, Long Qian, have ended my fate with Chu Dongling. I have established a letter to prove it. From now on, we will not owe each other anything?"
"That's it? Only twenty-two taels... No! I mean it's that simple. What if the prince doesn't count?"
Long Qian took out a ten-tael banknote and put it on the table, took the letter and stood up.
"I only used your eight words as a reference. Use the extra two taels to buy wine."
"Go and find out when the prince will return home. He Lishu must sign for him as soon as possible."
Divorce this marriage as soon as possible! To avoid long nights and many dreams.
Yuan Feijing picked up the banknote helplessly and caught up with Long Qian.
"There are a few words that must be added... Hey! Wait for me."
