Yuan Feijing looked at the table and raised her eyebrows.
"Nie Qingwu didn't know what the third point meant. He said these were the prince's original words and wrote them down."
She looked away with a serious expression on her face: "If you want to leave, just sign it, don't waste my time!"
Long Qian bit his lip and picked up the pen beside him: "Just sign, who is afraid of whom?"
She drew a pig's head behind "Who is your dish", wrote the words "Chu Dongling" next to the pig's head, and placed a two-way arrow between the pig's head and the name.
Finally, put down your signature and press your thumbprint.
With a "bang", a cloth bag was thrown onto the table by Yuan Feijing, "This is your luggage, let's go."
Yuan Feijing thought of something and stretched out her hand towards Long Qian.
"Where is the silver note of ten thousand taels of gold? Give it back to me. The prince's property will not easily fall into the hands of outsiders."
Long Qian gave her a blank look and looked at the bedside.
She came to the bed and took off the belt that was most likely hung up by a man.
Long Qian found the banknote from his belt that he had never had a chance to use and gave it to Yuan Feijing.
"It didn't cost a penny."
Regardless of whether Yuan Feijing asked, she might reluctantly leave the banknote behind when she left.
Long Qian didn't even dare to calculate how much this piece of paper was worth.
Chu Dongling was rich, but she definitely had a lot of money to spend. It was better to keep the banknotes than to lose them.
Long Qian put on her clothes, fastened her belt, and went over to pick up the luggage on the table.
Without even checking, she asked, "Can I go?"
There was nothing when I came, and I didn’t want to take anything with me when I left.
Yuan Feijing rubbed her fingers and said with a guilty conscience: "It was not the prince's idea to get the banknote back, it's just this banknote..."
"It's a good thing that you can think about him. In the future, let him stop being so stupid and marry any woman he wants. How much money can he squander?"
Long Qian hung the luggage on his shoulder and spread his hands: "Did He Lishu sign it? Can you give it to me?"
Yuan Feijing stared at her and frowned: "You still care about him, why did you leave?"
"What if he marries again, to someone who is greedy?"
"Give me the He Li Shu." Long Qian raised his eyebrows.
Yuan Feijing had no choice but to send away the letter of departure signed by Nie Qingqing: "This thing is incomplete, you and the prince..."
"As long as there is his signature, we are divorced." Long Qian opened the letter.
She looked at the eye-catching name above and the red handprints above, and her eyes felt a little hot for some reason.
Maybe she is too happy, she is finally free, isn't she?
Long Qian didn't think much, wiped the corners of his eyes and carefully folded the letter.
"I'm leaving. Thank you for taking care of me during this time. By the way, can you tell me where Cai Wenzhong is now?"
"The fishing village must be avenged!"
"This is the route map I drew." Yuan Feijing sent the map, "The spies reported that Chu Qianqian and her daughter left the palace last night."
"Long Qian, let me give you one last warning, you left the gate of the mausoleum..."
"Thank you!" Long Qian patted her shoulder, "I hope to go out by myself, understand?"
"Your sick prince will find a way." Yuan Feijing frowned.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is powerless, what can he do?" Long Qian pursed his lips and smiled, "No one can cure my disease except Qing'er."
"Then let the prince find Qing'er, and you can draw her portrait." Yuan Feijing immediately walked out.
"Feijing." Long Qian called softly, "It's useless, I don't even know what Qing'er looks like now."
"You know I'm afraid of death. There's no way I wouldn't try the only chance I have."
