I just got divorced, and this cold, ruthless, and powerful minister is begging for a third child eve

At that moment, a black carriage sped into the alley from the street corner and stopped in a secluded spot.

The carriage curtain was lifted by a large hand.

Qin Mo looked towards the entrance of the Ningyuan Marquis's residence.

The fragments of the smashed wooden crates on the ground have not yet been cleaned up.

Anger surfaced in his already cold and stern eyes.

The guards reported that she had been stopped at the door by the Song family and they had even attacked her.

He dropped his bow and rushed back to the capital from the hunting grounds.

Where are they?

The guard strode quickly to the carriage and whispered:

"My lord, I've been keeping a close eye on things, and I was just about to make my move when the young master arrived."

"After the Crown Prince quelled the matter, he took the Crown Princess away, and the two of them rode together in a carriage to Bailong Temple."

A chilling sense of oppression pressed down, and the guards almost lost their footing and knelt down.

The carriage curtain fell down.

"Go to Ruyi Tower."

When Zhao Boning arrived at Ruyi Tower, he saw that Qin Mo's face had never been so ugly.

Zhao Boning slammed the bow on the table, then plopped down in a chair, grabbed the teapot, and poured half of it into the water.

"You called me to go hunting, and then ran away halfway there! Old Qin, you're really being unfair!"

Seeing Qin Mo's cold face and silence, Zhao Boning frowned and suddenly leaned closer, pressing down on the table.

"No way? Old Qin, what happened?"

Qin Mo lazily raised her eyes and glanced at him.

"fine."

Zhao Boning stared at him, then moved from his left to his right.

"Hey Qin, something's not right with you lately."

Qin Mo said in a deep voice:

"Are you done talking?"

Zhao Boning pursed his lips and sat back down.

"How long are you staying in Kyoto this time? When are you going back to the border? I need some peace and quiet."

Qin Mo spoke calmly.

"The old lady said that no one is allowed to leave the city until the marriage is settled."

Zhao Boning had just poured himself a cup of tea, intending to savor it, when he almost spat it out.

"ah?!"

He looked like he'd seen a ghost.

"Did your old lady cast a spell on you?"

He frowned. He and Qin Mo were considered the two biggest troublemakers in Kyoto back in the day, and they were inseparable since childhood.

However, Qin Mo later went to the battlefield, while he continued to mingle among the young masters of prominent families in Kyoto.

Although their paths differed, they were surprisingly consistent on one thing: marriage.

When his father started pressuring him, he would bring up Qin Mo to deflect the pressure, and this deflection lasted for six years.

Now Qin Mo actually seems to be about to compromise!

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, slapped the table, and leaned forward.

"Old Qin! You wouldn't... have your eye on some girl, would you?"

Qin Mo glanced at him.

"If you're so bored, go and fix my garden."

Zhao Boning waved his hand repeatedly.

"All I know is how to enjoy myself. If you want a reputation for extravagance and debauchery, I'll make sure you're famous throughout the capital. Don't come to me with any other chore."

Seeing Qin Mo walk out, Zhao Boning stood up and called out:

"Tell me, which family's girl is she?"

Qin Mo didn't turn around, but said coldly:

"Don't guess, it's not true."

"Not a girl? That makes sense, you didn't fancy any of the noble ladies in the whole capital..." Zhao Boning said, his eyes widening.

"Old Qin, you wouldn't happen to have your eye on someone's wife, would you?"

With a whoosh, a teacup came flying at Zhao Boning, who slumped into a chair, clutching the teacup.

"Hey! Old Qin, I was just kidding! Why are you getting so worked up?"

"Where are you going?! Aren't you going to eat or not?!"

Jianying paused for a moment when he saw his master get into the carriage with a dark expression.

"Master? Are you returning to the manor?"

After a long silence, a cold, stern voice came from behind the carriage curtain.

"Let's go to Bailong Temple."

Sword Shadow realized what was happening and laughed:

"You're going to see the old lady, aren't you, sir? That's good; she'll surely be happy!"

When Jianying met his master's cold and fierce eyes, his laughter stopped abruptly, and he quickly lowered the carriage curtain.

afternoon.

The entrance to Hakuryu-ji Temple.

The carriage of the Marquis of Ningyuan's residence came to a stop.

Song Linyuan jumped off the carriage quickly, took the driver's seat, reached into the carriage curtain, and spoke gently.

"Mingshuang, let me help you out of the car."

Gu Mingshuang spoke in a cold voice:

"No need."

Song Linyuan's hand was still in mid-air, but he could only watch as Gu Mingshuang got off the carriage from the other end.

He looked at his empty hand, slowly tightened his fingers, and quickly suppressed the disappointment in his eyes.

"I'll take you inside."

Gu Mingshuang entered the main hall and saw that the ritual was indeed prepared, and the sincerity was evident in every detail.

Before she could even take a step, Song Linyuan had already knelt on the prayer mat, solemnly pricking his finger and letting the blood flow to copy the scriptures.

Lingxiang stared wide-eyed.

Copying scriptures in blood is something only those with extremely devout hearts would do.

She never expected that the young master would go to such lengths for his master!

Gu Mingshuang stood behind him, watching the blood beads trickle from his fingers, her expression moved.

She initially chose Song Linyuan because of his scholarly integrity and his pure, kind, and filial piety.

If it weren't for the change in their identities, perhaps they could have continued on...

But ultimately, there are no "what ifs".

The events that happened this year are like tiny, inconspicuous wounds in my heart, but they accumulate and grow larger over time.

Ultimately, it became so badly damaged that it could never be repaired.

She knelt on the prayer mat beside her, solemnly lit incense, and bowed three times.

The sound of chanting sutras filled my ears, over and over again.

She closed her eyes and silently followed along with the chanting.

After Song Linyuan finished copying the blood scripture, he looked up and saw that simple yet undeniably beautiful face.

With her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, making her look beautiful and lively even in her calm state.

He wanted to punch himself twice. What was wrong with him? Why did he start to get tired of looking at that face after a while?

An hour and a half later, the ritual ended.

Song Linyuan stood up and reached out to help Gu Mingshuang, who was beside him, but she had already gotten up first.

He frowned, followed, and stopped in the courtyard outside the main hall.

"Mingshuang, I promised you I would make it up to you, and thankfully I did."

Standing under the sycamore tree in the courtyard, Gu Mingshuang did not look at Song Linyuan again, her voice flat.

"Your Highness, now that the ritual is over, let's descend the mountain. I have other matters to attend to today."

Song Linyuan couldn't help but frown and say:

"Are you in a hurry to get the official divorce papers?"

Gu Mingshuang's eyes narrowed slightly, thinking to herself that Meng Shi was really useless, unable to handle even this simple matter properly.

Is she treating Song Linyuan like a fool? He was able to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar through his own hard work; he's not that stupid!

Seeing that she couldn't hide it from Song Linyuan, Gu Mingshuang spoke up:

"Yes, your mother and I have already discussed it."

She was about to walk toward the carriage when her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

This time, Song Linyuan clenched his fists tightly, as if he would lose something if he loosened his grip.

"Mingshuang, I know that Mother has already had the authorities suppress that divorce agreement, and you won't be able to get it."

Gu Mingshuang couldn't break free from his grasp. Suppressing her emotions, she spoke:

"I will continue to make trouble as long as I don't get it. I can afford to wait, but I wonder if the Marquis's mansion can?"

Song Linyuan's face turned pale inch by inch.

"Mingshuang, I'm trying my best to make it up to you."

"From now on, you will still be the Heir Apparent's wife of the Marquis's household, and I will not allow anyone to shake your position!"

"I will buy you everything you never had before, one by one. I will take you to all the places you wanted to go but never did."

"A year ago, we made a promise to each other at Hakuryu-ji Temple. Shall we continue on that promise?"

Gu Mingshuang looked at him and said:

"Your Highness, the promise is already null and void, and I will not pursue the past any further."

Her attitude remained unchanged, and Song Linyuan's face turned deathly pale.

The past two days of travel had left him looking haggard and disheveled, as if a taut string had suddenly snapped.

He held onto Gu Mingshuang's wrist tightly, looking at the wound on his finger where it had been pricked and was bleeding.

His humble expression seemed to crack open, unable to contain his anger.

"Mingshuang, I neglected you this past year and made you suffer, but I've forgiven you for all the absurd things you've done recently!"

"I've done so much for you, haven't you seen it all?"

"You've always been very sensible, and you would never act so willfully just because you're angry! You're just being a little dramatic, aren't you?"

An unprecedented disappointment surfaced in Gu Mingshuang's eyes.

It turns out he hadn't changed at all; he was still the arrogant young master who returned to the Marquis's mansion and thought that everything she had was because of him.

He only needs to say that he forgives her mistakes to cover up all his previous indifference.

"You've done so much for her?" Gu Mingshuang's lips curled into a mocking smile.

How much she sacrificed for the Marquis's household!

Back then, in his eyes, she still wasn't good enough!

Seeing that she didn't speak, Song Linyuan staggered a step and stared at her with bloodshot eyes.

"You've already won! Why are you still leaving?"

"Where are you going after leaving the Marquis's mansion? Everything in Qingzhou is gone! Your home is long gone! You can't go back!"

Gu Mingshuang's face suddenly turned pale.

Even now, he still believes that she is making a scene because of jealousy and rivalry within the household.

Even if he suppressed all his impatience and annoyance to coax her, he couldn't change the true thoughts in his heart.

In his eyes, she was always an unrefined common woman who was unruly, mischievous, and made him, her lord, lose face!

A cold expression gradually settled on her face. Gu Mingshuang reached out and pried his fingers apart one by one.

"I have nothing more to say to you."

The distance between them is no longer something that can be bridged by one of them bowing their head once.

Seeing her turn and get into the carriage, Song Linyuan clenched his fingers so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, and the stinging pain helped him regain his composure.

Just then, the driver suddenly shouted:

"Your Highness! Your Highness's Wife! There's a problem with the carriage; we can't get out right now!"

He bowed towards the carriage curtain and said:

"The carriage needs to be taken outside for repairs, so please, Your Highness, dismount first."

Gu Mingshuang frowned and got out of the car again.

When she saw the coachman pat the carriage bearings, she immediately realized that there was indeed a problem with the carriage.

The bearing and wheel are not at the right angle, there must be a break in one part, forcing your way down the mountain will cause it to overturn!

Gu Mingshuang frowned and pursed her lips.

At this moment, Song Linyuan, who was standing to the side, breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want to go down the mountain now, because he knew that if he did, Gu Mingshuang would go to the yamen to urge him.

If they can't stop it, once the documents are issued, their divorce will be impossible to delay any longer!

Just then, a young monk walked over.

"You may go to the meditation room to rest first."

Song Linyuan quickly stepped forward and said:

"Yes, we can't go down the mountain now, and you're tired too. You should go to the meditation room to rest first. After all, this is a quiet place in Buddhism, and we shouldn't cause any more trouble."

Gu Mingshuang didn't speak, withdrew her gaze, and went to the meditation room first.

Song Linyuan stood beside her and said:

"Mingshuang, I was too impulsive just now. I know you feel wronged, but I just wanted to tell you that you can't leave the Marquis's mansion!"

"We can be as good as before. A year ago, you said at Hakuryu-ji Temple that you prayed to the gods to bless you with three children..."

Gu Mingshuang's face darkened further, and she quickened her pace, rushing forward as if fleeing. Unexpectedly, when she turned the corner of the corridor, she suddenly bumped into a wall of people.

Her nose bumped right into the man's firm chest, and she gasped in pain.

In a panic, Gu Mingshuang instinctively tried to back away to apologize, but she accidentally missed a step.

He stumbled slightly, and a large hand grabbed his waist.

When she met those familiar peach blossom eyes, Gu Mingshuang almost cried out.

Qin Mo!

How did he end up here?!