Chapter 138 Divorce

Xu Youran raised her eyes: "I know what I'm talking about, but what about you? Jiang Zhaorong, do you know what you're doing?!"

Jiang Zhaorong was stunned.

"What did you say when you brought Song Shiwei back? You said that she was the posthumous child of your confidant who died to save you, and you wanted to repay your confidant's life-saving grace, so you had to recognize her as your adopted daughter." Xu Youran stood up, her eyes like a sharp knife, staring directly at Jiang Zhaorong. "

Since Song Shiwei entered the mansion, you brought her with you and taught her carefully. Even Kang An, who was already famous in Shengjing at that time, you only asked her about her daily routine, not to mention other people. You said you felt guilty, and I believed it."

Jiang Zhaorong avoided her sight and said nothing.

Xu Youran continued, "If you get anything good on weekdays, you always keep Song Shiwei with you. When the children quarrel and fight, my children are always the ones punished. Even in places like Qiulie, where you fight for your children's future, you always bring Song Shiwei with you!"

She choked up a little while speaking. The anger on Jiang Zhaorong's face had disappeared. No matter how you looked at him, he looked guilty.

Xu Youran sighed, "Even if it's the grace of saving her life, I have raised her up for so many years, and I have never treated her badly in any way. It should be enough."

Jiang Zhaorong stammered and couldn't say a word.

Xu Youran changed the subject: "You also found out that it was she who proposed going to Zuiyuelong. After the palace banquet, the princes, young masters and young ladies would go to Zuiyuelong for a drink. Everyone in Shengjing knew about it. She chose to propose it at that time, and she even carried such harmful powder on her body. What was she planning? You must know it, right?"

Jiang Zhaorong clenched his fists. Xu Youran looked at him, pausing every word: "Since you knew, why did you do that to an adopted daughter?" "Jiang Zhaorong, what is Song Shiwei's identity? Why do you protect her like this?!"

She spoke in a high voice, and the string in Jiang Zhaorong's mind seemed to be plucked. He stretched out his hand and overturned the whole table with a "bang". The teapot and teacups on the table were immediately broken to the ground. The sound was so loud that the maids outside the house could not help but be shocked.

They were only concerned with fear, and no one noticed the figure that flashed outside the door.

Jiang Zhaorong was breathing heavily, obviously very angry: "Song Shiwei is just my adopted daughter and has no other identity!"

Xu Youran was not afraid of him at all. She sneered at the corner of her lips and her words were full of sarcasm: "Oh? Really?"

Jiang Zhaorong was frightened and said in a rough voice: "No matter what, as the mistress of the prime minister's mansion, you should put the reputation of the prime minister's mansion first! Go to the Dali Temple in person today and tell Shi An to let him release the person!"

"You can release him, but you have to agree to two conditions of mine. One: kowtow and admit your mistake, and two, a letter of divorce."

Jiang Zhaorong looked at her in surprise: "You want me to divorce you?"

His heart shuddered.

Xu Youran frowned: "Divorce me? What qualifications do you have? It's me who's going to divorce you!"

Divorce was too easy for Jiang Zhaorong. She wanted to ruin his reputation in Shengjing. When people mentioned him in the future, the first thing they thought of was not the prime minister, but the first husband in the whole Tianqi who was divorced by his wife!

Perhaps because he thought her words were too outrageous, Jiang Zhaorong was stunned for a while, and then he laughed angrily: "What did you say?"

"I said, I want to divorce you!"

Xu Youran's eyes were cold, and her cold words seemed to carry an endless murderous aura.

Jiang Zhaorong saw her seriousness, and her black pupils were like a quiet deep pool, terribly cold.

"Wonderful wishful thinking!"

he said in a sullen voice.

"If you want to save Song Shiwei, both are indispensable. By the way, if you don't save her today, you won't have a chance in the future."

Xu Youran's voice was faint.

What did she mean by this? Jiang Zhaorong looked at her in surprise and suspicion.

"I know Shi An doesn't want to offend anyone. Even if Song Shiwei is in prison, he dare not take action easily, so I ordered Kang An to find a killer..."

Xu Youran didn't say the rest.

Jiang Zhaorong's face turned from red to blue, and his teeth clattered up and down.

Although he didn't know whether what Xu Youran said was true or false, he couldn't afford to block it.

He made up his mind, looked at Xu Youran, and knelt in front of her with a "thump".

"I apologize to you on her behalf."

He knocked his head on the ground, his eyes were already red with anger.

Xu Youran was so aggressive that she had wiped out all the friendship in his heart!

"You can't just do it to me, but also to Zhiyu and Kang'an."

There seemed to be a loud noise in his ears, and Jiang Zhaorong suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of gloom and anger.

"Don't push it any further, no matter what I say, I am still their father!"

Xu Youran chuckled: "You don't want to? Well, I won't force you. Go to the ancestral hall to get the family tree now and remove my children from it. From now on, my family and your Jiang family will have nothing to do with each other!" "

Have you been thinking this way from the beginning?"

Jiang Zhaorong finally came to his senses. From the moment he entered the house, every step was in accordance with Xu Youran's wishes. She had been thinking this way from the beginning!

Jiang Zhaorong looked at the face in front of him and almost vomited.

Why didn't he realize before that she was so cruel? !

"Yes, from the beginning, I wanted to completely break off all ties with you Jiang family!"

Xu Youran gritted her teeth, "I was stupid before and misjudged you. Even after you brought Mrs. Du into the family, you still refused to change your ways! Back then, when my father was framed and you stayed out of it, I should have divorced you! Instead of feeling sorry for yourself and wasting all these years!"

When Jiang Zhaorong mentioned the Grand Tutor, he felt guilty.

"If it weren't for my father's strong recommendation, how could you have sat in the position of Prime Minister? You are grateful for what you have done, but you are also ungrateful. Now that I think about it, you and Song Shiwei are really cut from the same cloth, both ungrateful ungrateful bastards!"

Jiang Zhaorong's chest rose and fell violently, and he was obviously very angry.

He tried to get up from the ground, but his arms seemed to have no strength left, and everything in front of him was pitch black.

Jiang Zhaorong closed his eyes and walked slowly.

When he opened his eyes again, a piece of paper was thrown in his face.

He picked it up tremblingly. The two words "divorce" written in large letters stung his eyes.

The veins on his forehead seemed to be popping out: "Xu, please stop making trouble. Since ancient times, there has never been a reason for a woman to divorce her husband! I know you are angry and talking nonsense now, but I won't argue with you. You can go to the Dali Temple first and get the man out. You can beat or punish him later. I will let you do whatever you want, okay?"

"No!"

Before Xu Youran could answer, the old lady shouted.