At this moment, the two brothers were at loggerheads with each other, and the atmosphere was full of tension.

Looking at Song Qianfan, Song Qianhang no longer had any awe for this elder brother as before, and he quickly left the tent.

At first I thought he had changed, but Song Qianfan was still the same Song Qianfan, I just didn't realize it.

After Song Qianhang left, Song Qianfan was so angry that he threw the pen on the ground, his eyes red. This woman should not live in this world!

...

The next day, when Su Juan woke up and walked out of the tent, she felt that the sky was especially blue and even the clouds were beautiful. She smiled and waved to an acquaintance who was walking not far away.

When the people on the opposite side saw her, they ran away like frightened birds.

Su Juan: “?”

She touched her face, [What the hell, do I look scary? ]

She turned back to the tent, took out a small bronze mirror, and looked at herself for a long time, but couldn't find anything wrong.

Just then, Song Qianhang arrived and stood at the door of the tent and called out, "Su Juan, are you there?"

Su Juan then put down the bronze mirror and let him in. Song Qianhang handed her a letter with a smile on his face, which made Su Juan puzzled.

She was suspicious and opened the letter in her hand. The handwriting on the letter caught her eyes. Song Qianfan had already signed it and put his fingerprints on it.

Su Juan's eyes lit up, "Can you help me get the divorce papers?"

"Yeah." Song Qianhang nodded, and seeing that Su Juan was obviously happy, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Su Juan held the divorce letter and praised, "Song Qianhang, you are really amazing!"

[That bastard Song Qianfan said that there was only the death of his wife but no divorce. Look how loudly he slapped his face. It seems that I underestimated Song Qianhang. He is quite capable.]

Su Juan smiled, "Although I can do less after the divorce, I don't have to act in front of Song Qianfan anymore. I can live at least twenty more years."

Moreover, he had severed ties with Prince Jing's Mansion. This time, even if Song Qianfan rebelled again, it would not affect him.

She could have started planning for the future and supported a capable crown prince before the emperor died. If King Han still died, Song Jingwen would also be a good choice, a young man with great potential and compassion for the people.

Su Juan reached out and patted Song Qianhang on the shoulder, thinking that he was very righteous. "Song Qianhang, I owe you a favor. If you have any problems in the future, just tell me. I will definitely help you if I can."

[Even if you die, I promise that you will be offered sacrifices every Qingming Festival.]

Song Qianhang's forehead twitched. Why did Su Juan's words sound so much like she was cursing him to death?

"No need for favors. I just brought it to you. You asked His Majesty for the divorce letter last night. Did you forget?"

As he spoke, he stared at Su Juan, thinking of what happened on the snowy New Year's Eve. Could it be that Su Juan had forgotten everything that happened when she was drunk?

Su Juan blinked, obviously not understanding, and pointed at herself, "I asked His Majesty for it?"

【What?】

[That's impossible. How can I have the courage to ask His Majesty for it? ]

Song Qianhang: “…” Sure enough, I forgot everything.

He immediately told Su Juan everything that had happened last night, describing it vividly, and even imitated the tone of voice Su Juan used when she yelled at the emperor last night. His photographic memory, which he had acquired since childhood, played a huge role at this moment.

"No one in the entire Tianyun Mountain dares to mess with you now. After one night, everyone is calling you the Skin Peeler."

Because Su Juan kept shouting last night that she wanted to skin Song Qianfan alive.

Su Juan's smile froze on her face. "Hehe...hehe...this nickname sounds pretty nice."

[Peeler, peeler... ahhhhhhhhhh! ]

[The steady image I worked so hard to create!!!]

[How can I hold my head high in the court in the future? ]

[Still cursing at the old emperor... Help! How can I get promoted? ]

Su Juan collapsed and wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it. She had originally planned to make friends with the ministers in the court starting today and work hard to support a crown prince with both good character to take the throne.

Now, her path to becoming a powerful official was completely ruined last night.

Song Qianhang rubbed his ears. He was promoted and it was good enough that he could keep his life. However, His Majesty had a really good temper. As far as he knew, the late emperor had a bad temper. It was said that when someone scolded the late emperor, the late emperor stripped that person of his official hat on the spot and even implicated all the descendants of the family, who were banned from officialdom forever.

Song Qianhang comforted her slowly, "Don't worry, His Majesty doesn't blame you."

Otherwise, there would be no divorce letter.

Su Juan felt her entire head ache, and when she saw Song Qianhang's light tone, her heart ached even more, "You don't understand, I have had a lofty goal since I was a child to become a first-rank official, to support the crown prince, and to save the suffering people of the world..."

"I'm afraid you stole this goal from Miss Liu?" Song Qianhang pointed out.

Su Juan glanced at him: "......" [Don't you know that you should see through it but not say it? ]

Song Qianhang: "...It's impossible to be a first-class player, how about you change your goal?"

Seeing that Su Juan looked shocked, he consoled her again, "Our dynasty has not yet had a crown prince."

"Your goal won't work for now. You might offend someone and be dismissed from office before that happens."

Su Juan held her aching head and sighed, "You are quite good at comforting people."

At this time, Liu Xuan came and brought a bowl of hangover soup, but he did not enter the tent. He was dressed in white, elegant and steady. "You were very drunk last night. I thought you might have a headache when you wake up this morning. Drinking this soup should make you feel better."

"Thanks."

Just as Su Juan was about to get up to get the soup, Song Qianhang got it for her first.

His eyes fell on the soup. Where did the hangover soup come from at this hour? He was afraid that Liu Xuan had specially asked the chef to cook it for him.

Song Qianhang pursed his lips tightly. Was Liu Xuan too concerned about Su Juan?

Seeing Liu Xuan still standing at the door, Su Juan was puzzled, "Master Liu, why don't you come in and sit down?"

Liu Xuan smiled and said, "It's not right for a man and a woman to be in the same room together."

Song Qianhang paused, his eyes turned deep, and he looked at Liu Xuan, "Brother Liu, what you said is wrong. I am also in this tent, how can there be a single man and a single woman?"

I'm such a grown-up person here, and you're not blind, can't you see?

Liu Xuan had a distant smile on his face all the time, "Brother Song, I'm glad you understand."

Song Qianhang: “?” I don’t quite understand.

[Fool, what he said is that it is against the rules for you to be in the same room with me.]

Song Qianhang's eyebrows twitched, and regardless of Liu Xuan still standing at the door, he said to Su Juan, "Stay away from Liu Xuan. He is even more conservative than Minister Wu. Don't mess with him."

He criticizes people in a very pedantic way.

Liu Xuan was usually very rational and steady, but at this moment, he retorted to Song Qianhang, "Brother Song, you'd better stay away from Miss Su. After all, Miss Su just got divorced, and as someone in the palace, it's inevitable that you will be inappropriate."

But when he said this, he still looked like a graceful gentleman, so much so that Song Qianhang felt that he was selfish, but he had no way to verify it.

After Su Juan finished her soup, she stared at Liu Xuan for a long time. [Liu Xuan is...]

[He may not be more conservative than Minister Wu, but he is very suitable to succeed Minister Wu. ]

Song Qianhang: “?”

Two men are standing in front of you and bickering with each other. Is the only thing on your mind about court affairs?