The eldest princess was tormented by this distressing matter, unable to sleep soundly at night and exhausted during the day, leaving her haggard and physically and mentally drained.

But what the princess didn't know was that the problem wasn't with her at all, but with Jiang Ling, who suffered from asthenospermia and was unable to conceive.

Jiang Ling not only failed to reflect on his own actions, but his attitude towards the Princess deteriorated rapidly over the years. He lost his former tenderness and care, became increasingly cold, and frequently threw tantrums and acted out.

Seeing her son treat the princess this way, Jiang's mother became so arrogant that she could burn down the roof. In the end, she went so far as to punish the princess by making her kneel in the ancestral hall.

At that time, the little affection the eldest princess had for Jiang Ling as husband and wife had long been worn away by the daily indifference and neglect.

The debt of gratitude for saving her life weighed heavily on her heart, like a mountain, making it impossible for her to overcome the hurdle and bring herself to act out.

Unexpectedly, Jiang's mother dared to humiliate her so blatantly! Just as the princess clenched her fists, her anger about to erupt, Jiang Ling rushed back.

The princess felt a warmth in her heart and secretly hoped that he would stand up and speak a word of justice for her.

Little did she know, Jiang Ling immediately told her to go to the ancestral hall first, saying she wanted to persuade her mother to calm down.

At that moment, the last vestige of warmth in the princess's heart shattered completely, vanishing without a trace, as if the last fig leaf covering her heart had been ruthlessly torn away.

Remembering the life-saving grace, she remained silent, her eyes reddening, and forced herself to turn and go to the ancestral hall, enduring the humiliation.

The ancestral hall was dimly lit, exuding an eerie atmosphere. Looking at the prayer cushions laid out before her, the princess seemed somewhat dazed.

A voice inside me whispered: Jiang Ling probably won't be coming today.

She sighed softly, dragged her heavy steps, and slowly walked to the prayer mat, thinking she would sit for a while and carefully consider the matter of divorce. Who knew that she had just sat down...

In an instant, a sharp pain struck, as if countless sharp thorns were about to pierce my flesh.

The princess's expression changed drastically, and cold sweat instantly broke out on her forehead. She abruptly stood up and summoned her personal maid to bring scissors, instructing her to cut open the prayer mat.

When the prayer cushion was cut open, it was found to be filled with countless gleaming silver needles!

The princess's eyes widened in anger, and years of pent-up rage erupted like a volcano, causing her to tremble with rage. She threw all thoughts of the life-saving grace to the winds.

Enraged, he summoned his guards to arrest Jiang's mother, and Jiang Ling, who was currently engaged in intimate conversation with his concubine, was also brought along without mercy.

In the imperial court, a group of ministers stared wide-eyed at the prayer mat covered with silver needles on the screen, and couldn't help but shudder. Some even gasped.

Just looking at her made my scalp tingle. I sighed inwardly, thankful that the princess had learned etiquette since childhood and sat down gracefully.

If an ordinary person were to sit down without any precautions, with so many silver needles piercing their skin, how painful would that be!

The old ministers who had just been praising Jiang Ling's rare talent and expressing their regret now shut their mouths, their faces full of contempt, shaking their heads repeatedly.

The eldest princess, a direct descendant of the royal family, was pampered and favored from a young age, enjoying countless honors and privileges.

Their processions were always grand and imposing, and everyone who saw them would have to prostrate themselves in worship. Yet the Jiang family had so wantonly humiliated and tormented them in every way.

The ministers felt a chill run down their spines, thinking to themselves, "What if this were a woman from an ordinary, powerless family?"

Falling into the hands of such a vicious mother-in-law and heartless husband, who knows how much suffering and grievances she will endure!

Jiang Ling himself suffers from a hidden illness and is unable to have children, yet he pushes all the blame onto the princess. He is utterly unworthy of being a son and a husband!

That Jiang's mother is even more arrogant, domineering, and ruthless. How dare she treat the dignified Princess Chang in such a way? It's truly an outrage against heaven and earth!

Inside the Golden Palace, the atmosphere was so heavy it seemed almost palpable, and the Emperor and the two princes appeared to be frozen in place.

His body was stiff, his neck was slightly tilted forward, and his eyes were wide open, staring intently at the light screen. His gaze was full of astonishment and shock, as if he wanted to see through the light screen.

What they were witnessing was like a series of heavy blows to their hearts, leaving them in disbelief.

That was her younger sister, whom the Emperor had doted on and cherished since childhood.

In the palace, she always got whatever she wanted, and her status was extremely noble. Wherever she went, she was surrounded by servants.

The procession was magnificent, and every move it made exuded royal majesty. Anyone who saw it would immediately prostrate themselves in worship, not daring to utter a sound.

Who could have imagined that he would be so wantonly humiliated? Thinking of this, the emperor's hands clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged.

Jiang Ling, you bastard! You're incredibly audacious and have absolutely no respect for royalty!

Ning Shuyao, however, was completely different. She stood upright to the side, her expression calm and undisturbed, as if everything on the screen had nothing to do with her.

In reality, only she knows that all those years were trials she endured by gritting her teeth and clenching her fists.

Those grievances and resentments had long been buried deep in her heart by the passage of time.

Now, she has long since shed her former naivety and ignorance; she is no longer that innocent girl who was unaware of the ways of the world.

Time and hardship, like the most demanding craftsman, have hardened her heart to the rock, making it cold, hard, and steady.