Before returning to Prince Yu's Mansion, she still went to Jiang's house.

When Jiang saw her come back, she immediately stood up and went to greet her and said, "Ali, you are finally back. I was still wondering how to contact you."

"Auntie Liu said that everyone in the capital is saying that Prince Yu wants to divorce his wife. He is deliberately trying to make things difficult for you. There is a difference between divorce and marriage. Why don't you talk to him and tell him that a divorce is better."

A woman who is divorced cannot hold her head up high in life. No matter what the reason, people will look at her strangely and it will be difficult for her to get married again.

Jiang Mengli took her hand and comforted her, "Grandma, don't worry. In fact, there is not much difference between divorcing and amicable divorce. The one who will be blamed will always be the woman."

"Don't worry, people who really care about me won't care about my past. People who care too much about my past can't be said to be sincere. It's okay."

Hearing this, Jiang's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice choked a little, "Yes, that's the truth. Alas...it's the Jiang family that has implicated you."

He patted the back of her hand and said earnestly, "In the end, it's your father who has wronged him. If...if he says something excessive to you, or does something even more excessive, don't take it too seriously."

"Putting aside all the grudges, he is also a good kid, but he has a miserable life and has suffered a lot of grievances and hardships."

Jiang Mengli heard this and nodded in agreement: "I know, then I will go back to Prince Yu's Mansion first."

I am finally free, but I don’t feel very happy. Instead, I feel empty and depressed, as if I am covered by dark clouds.

On the way back to Prince Yu's Mansion, Jiang Mengli kept thinking about Jiang's words: It was always his father who was wronging him, so if he said or did something excessive, he shouldn't take it too seriously.

While she was daydreaming, she had unknowingly walked into Prince Yu's Mansion.

"Your Highness, Princess Yu is back..." Yun Ying saw her first and hurried over to report.

Jiang Mengli walked towards Yatingyuan. Before he reached the gate, a blue shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Before she could see clearly, her waist suddenly tightened, and when she reacted, she was already inside Wen Mohan's room.

"Hey, Wen Mohan! Why did you launch a surprise attack?" Jiang Mengli said with a frown.

Wen Mohan had an indifferent look on his face. He took the rope and tied her to the chair, wrapping her around and around until she was like a big dumpling.

This action confused Jiang Mengli. He frowned and looked at the ropes on his body, wondering, "Is this also the process of divorcing a wife? Since when did you have to tie your wife up?"

It was the first time she saw someone using five long ropes to help someone, and she was already a little out of breath.

Wen Mohan bent down and lifted her chin. His handsome eyes stared at her coldly and he said in a deep voice, "This is the process I follow when divorcing my wife. To be more precise, there are a lot of procedures. As long as you agree to do what I say, I will let you go."

Jiang Mengli was so angry that his face turned red. He frowned and glared at him and shouted, "Okay! I promise you everything!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Mohan smiled evilly and took out an envelope with "Divorce Letter" written on it from his arms. He said, "I'll give it to you as long as you do as I tell you."

After saying that, he untied the rope.

Jiang Mengli breathed deeply as soon as she was free. For the first time, she felt that being able to breathe deeply was a happy thing.

What made her even more depressed was that the first thing she did was to change into a maid's clothes and become a servant.

When he arrived at the backyard, someone brought in a pile of clothes, including clothes for spring, summer, autumn and winter, and they were all Wen Mohan's.

These clothes are obviously clean, it would be unnecessary to wash them again.

Yun Jian also sympathized and said, "Princess, the master is just angry. Just bear with it for two days until he calms down."

Jiang Mengli said with a fake smile: "Since he is a proud peacock, of course I will endure it. It's okay."

She looked at the clean clothes, wet them and threw them into the basin without even wringing out the water.

Yun Jian's mouth twitched as he watched, but he didn't dare to say anything.

In the evening, Wen Mohan was leisurely painting in his study. Without even looking up, he asked, "Yun Jian, has she finished washing her clothes? Has she been crying and throwing a tantrum?"

Yun Jian lowered his head and stammered, "My lord, she finished washing and hanging the clothes in less than 25 minutes."

Wen Mohan was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect it to happen so soon. "Ask her to come and clean the study and scrub the floor with a towel."

A quarter of an hour later, Jiang Mengli walked into the study carrying a bucket of water.

She forced a standard smile and saluted respectfully, "This servant greets His Royal Highness Prince Yu. It was the right decision to let this servant clean the floor for you."

Wen Mohan raised his eyes to glance at her, then retracted his gaze and said, "You will be punished if you don't do it well."

Jiang Mengli glanced at him, cursed in a very low voice, knelt on the ground and started to wipe the floor.

The petite figure turned around on the ground, sweating profusely from exhaustion.

Wen Mohan, who was sitting in front of the desk, had a smile on his face and would glance at the crawling figure from time to time. The scroll showed Jiang Mengli kneeling and wiping the floor, but there was a turtle shell on its back with the words "Turtle Heroine" written on the side.

"Move aside! I need to mop the floor!" Jiang Mengli mopped to his feet and deliberately mopped the instep of his feet.

She wiped wherever he let her go.

Wen Mohan was chased around everywhere, and she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Just as she was about to wipe it away again, the man's foot quickly stepped on the back of her hand.

ah……

"My hand...!" Jiang Mengli was in so much pain that her face twisted, and then she bit his calf.

ah……

"Jiang Mengli! Let go...!" Wen Mohan was also in pain, "Are you born in the Year of the Dog?"

As he spoke, he immediately loosened his feet and Jiang Mengli also opened his mouth.

She wiped her mouth, stood up, spitted a few times, and snorted coldly: "I am a dog, and you are a dog too!"

Suddenly, my eyes caught sight of the portrait on the table, and the more I looked at it, the more familiar it seemed.

Taking a closer look, this... isn't this the way she looks when she's mopping the floor?

Jiang Mengli's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You actually called me a turtle."

As he said this, he reached out and wanted to destroy it.

At the critical moment, the man pulled her into his arms and held her.

"Let me go, I'm going to destroy it." She struggled hard, but the man had no intention of letting go.

Jiang Mengli quickly remembered the divorce letter in his arms. As long as he could get it, he would no longer have to be a servant.

"Your chest muscles seem to be stronger." As she said this, she put a hand in and touched left and right.

I didn't touch it. Could it be placed close to my skin?

When she thought of this possibility, she immediately put her hand into the collar under his neck and touched him with her soft hands.

Wen Mohan frowned slightly, staring at her with dark eyes. His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You want to touch the divorce letter, right? It's indeed on the body, but not on the chest, but further down..."

Humph, you damn woman, let’s see if you dare to touch me further down.