Chapter 13: Making Up for It He hinted to her that she could think about it again...

"What did you say?"

Yang Yan paused and stopped by the moat, his face looking very ugly. A slightly cool evening breeze blew by, which instantly sobered up the dizzy Chai Heng. She heard the creaking sound of her bones and smelled a hint of danger.

The original atmosphere was broken.

After realizing what she had just said, she was suddenly afraid that this man would go crazy and throw her directly into the river. After all, she was a landlubber and could not swim.

Chai Heng: “…”

In order to avoid any unexpected events, she subconsciously closed her eyes, buried her face in his shoulder, and decided to pretend to sleep.

Seeing that she was silent, Yang Yan continued to walk forward. When he returned to the Marquis' Mansion, it was almost curfew.

Zhou Jiu yawned as he stood guard at the door. Someone from the Ministry of War had recently come over to say that they knew Yang Yan and Ji Changqing had suffered a lot in Xirong, and the imperial court had not issued a transfer order yet, but according to the convention of demotion, they could add an extra personal guard to protect them.

Yang Yan usually has only one requirement for his subordinates, and that is to be smart.

Today, the person sent by the Ministry of War came in a hurry to ask for a reply, and brought ten people for him to choose. Unfortunately, Yang Yan was not there. As his most trusted steward, Zhou Jiu naturally had to take on this heavy responsibility and shoulder this responsibility. He picked the most clever one among all the guards for his master.

"Sir, is the Madam asleep?" Zhou Jiuyuan planned to tell Yang Yan about this as soon as he returned. However, after waiting outside the door for a long time, he witnessed this rare harmonious scene.

Yang Yan: “No.”

"So what is this?"

"Playing dead."

Zhou Jiu: “…”

Chai Heng: “…”

The man who had been pretending to be serious could no longer pretend. Fortunately, he was away from the moat and saved his life, so Chai Heng suppressed his embarrassment and opened his eyes again in front of Zhou Jiu.

Zhou Jiu pretended he wasn't in the awkward situation, coughing softly before stepping aside. Sitting on the steps behind the gate was a grimy guard. His inner guard uniform was stained black, and his hands, stretched out like a tortoise's paw, held a large white steamed bun in his mouth. His skin was bronze, clearly a man who had been working hard for years. A shovel was placed next to the steps where he sat.

Zhou Jiu said wisely, "My Lord, the Ministry of War sent someone here today and asked me to choose one. I figured I'd naturally pick the most unique and intelligent of the ten. After much deliberation, I've chosen Ji Gang to be your personal guard. He's a strong man. When he arrived today, he showed me his boxing skills, and they were quite impressive. Furthermore, back in his hometown of Xiangyang, he was very skilled at farm work and was extremely skilled at digging holes. If we ever encounter a particularly heinous enemy in the future, digging a pit or setting a trap for them wouldn't be a problem."

As he said that, he patted Ji Gang's shoulder.

"Come, show the prince your skills and abilities."

Ji Gang nodded very honestly and swallowed the last bite of the big white steamed bun in his mouth. He spat and wiped his saliva on his palm, then began to perform digging the soil on the spot.

Dust was flying, Chai Heng swallowed and showed an indescribable expression.

Yang Yan's expression was as ugly as if he had eaten shit.

"Stop."

"No need to bother with that late at night."

He couldn't bear to watch it, so he asked Ji Gang to stop.

Originally, with Yang Yan's two sentences, Zhou Jiu should have been very insightful in leading Ji Gang away, but for some reason, he suddenly became energetic today.

"Wait, Prince, there are some things I haven't shown you yet." Zhou Jiu asked Ji Gang to take out the pile of treasures in his bag.

The gray bag contained a bunch of very strange things, such as a dragnet, a meteor hammer with steel nails, and a wooden board with densely packed silver needles.

When he took them out one by one, Chai Heng trembled for no reason.

"Take him away."

These three short words revealed that Yang Yan was not in a very good mood at the moment.

Zhou Jiu touched his head, not understanding why his master seemed to dislike Ji Gang so much, but he realized that if he continued talking, it would be annoying, so he had to take the man away quickly.

"Are you afraid?"

Yang Yan spoke suddenly.

He knew that what he said was actually nonsense. Judging from the enthusiasm with which she had just revealed her true feelings, and the way she shuddered when Ji Gang took out the pile of things, how could she not be afraid?

Chai Heng: "Not really. When he first took it out, I was quite scared. But then I started to feel lucky."

"What are you thankful for?"

"I'm glad that I died early in my previous life, otherwise I would have been better off dead if all those things had been tried on me one by one." Chai Heng answered truthfully. She could still tell which was more terrifying, the pain once or the pain ten times.

The room was brightly lit, and Yang Yan put her back on the bed: "You are my wife, I can't use these things against you."

His brows were gloomy and his expression was unclear when he said this.

That's bullshit.

There must be something fishy about Chai Heng trusting him. She suddenly remembered his last explanation, saying that he didn't set the trap.

"Actually, the matter has passed, and I didn't take revenge on you. You just set the trap, and there's nothing shameful about working with mother to smear poison on it. There's nothing wrong with admitting it." Chai Heng sat down on the couch. The evening breeze after returning made her very sober. The red rash on her arm was still itchy, and she felt very uncomfortable. In her heart, she added another crime to Yang Yan's charge, but she dared not admit it.

"Why do you think I was the one who put it there?" Yang Yan glanced at her coldly.

"Because you said you wanted to cut off my hands and feet, and then that animal trap appeared in Ji Gang's pit." Chai Heng said, "There would be no such coincidence in the world. And you don't have to say that you couldn't use those things against me. At that time, our relationship was already so strained. I knew I caused you trouble, and I wanted to find you to ease the relationship, but you were unwilling. At that time, if I continued to hold Xue Ruyue, can you say that you really wouldn't kill me?"

The dim candlelight illuminated Chai Heng's clear eyes. She spoke sarcastically, saying that only those involved knew exactly how far the other party could go.

At this point, there is no point in further explanation.

Yang Yan didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he just said, "I admit my mistakes. Ji Gang has come to the Marquis' Mansion. If you want to vent your anger, you can always assign him to dig a few pits for me. If you are not satisfied, you can put all of Ji Gang's things into the pits. I can return everything you experienced in the past to you one by one."

"But Chai Heng, you shouldn't say the word 'divorce' so easily."

Under the flickering candlelight, his already stern profile looked even colder, with a hint of unknown tension.

Chai Heng thought, how was she casual? Which eye of his saw that she was casual?

She had clearly been thinking this over for a long time. She might even have had this thought in her past life.

"I'm not casual at all. I've thought about it a long time ago, when you didn't know."

Chai Heng rolled his eyes at him naturally.

"This is the divorce agreement. I asked my senior brother to draft it for us."

"You can stamp your seal or sign your name. From now on, you go your way, I go mine, and we won't interfere with each other."

As she spoke, she took out the divorce papers that she had prepared long ago from her sleeve and placed them neatly on the small table in front of the couch.

No wonder that little bitch Lu Shichu gave him a meaningful look before leaving today.

Yang Yan's eyebrows twitched and he even laughed out of anger.

"Lu Shichu wrote this for you. Have you ever thought about his intentions?"

Chai Heng: "Of course they hope that I can escape from the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible." How does her senior brother treat her? How does he treat her?

After saying this, Chai Heng looked up at him. Everything is ready, only the east wind is missing. Her eyes were filled with expectation.

Yang Yan didn't think he had much love for her like a married couple, at least that's what he thought. It was more of a habit they had developed over more than ten years of living together.

Divorce, the thought of these two words did not make him happy at all. But if someone else, who had been with him for another ten years, asked him for a divorce, he thought, he would still be unhappy.

So even though he didn't really want to divorce, it was absolutely impossible for him to say "no" under such circumstances.

"Although I haven't loved you as much as you love me, Chai Heng, we've been together for many years, and I consider you my only family. Although we had disagreements in the past, I'm willing to not make the same mistakes. If you can also avoid making the same mistakes, we can actually live a happy life together."

He chose his words carefully and hinted to her that she could think about it again.

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The divorce agreement can be signed tomorrow, but the hero will die again in the next few chapters.