Su Juan asked many people before finally finding where Shen Ruhui lived, in a very remote courtyard near the outskirts of the city.

The yard is overgrown with weeds, which shows that the people living here have no intention of taking care of it.

She knocked on the door, and soon the person inside came out. He was wearing a loose grey robe stained with ink of varying shades. His hair was messy and his beard was untidy. He smelled of alcohol, but his eyes were clear, probably because he was sober from last night's drinking.

"Who are you?" Shen Ruhui's voice was a little hoarse.

Su Juan handed over the script in her hand, "Mr. Rushi, I heard from Liu Xuan that you live here, so I came to visit you."

Hearing this, Shen Ruhui raised his eyebrows and looked Su Juan up and down, "Who is Liu Xuan to you?"

He even revealed his address. He is not the kind of person who would meddle in other people's business.

Su Juan was silent, "Friend."

She followed Shen Ruhui across the yard and into the house. There was a strong smell of alcohol and papers scattered all over the floor, many of which were crumpled into balls and thrown on the ground at random.

Shen Ruhui searched for a while and finally managed to find a clean bowl. He wanted to pour water for Su Juan, but there was no water in the room. In the end, he only poured a bowl of wine and asked, "Do you like to read the book I wrote?"

Su Juan said calmly, "Well, you are very talented and write very well."

Shen Ruhui handed a dozen manuscripts on the table to Su Juan, who looked confused.

Shen Ruhui: "You came here just to read the latest volume, didn't you?"

Su Juan was surprised, "Didn't the last volume just sell out? How come you can write so quickly?"

There are a whole dozen manuscripts in his hand, which look like the content of at least two volumes. You can't tell, this bastard is so hardworking!

A sneer flashed across Shen Ruhui's face. "I am an unemployed person at home, so I just write books. If I don't write quickly, how can I eat?"

Su Juan was slightly startled, remembering what Liu Xuan said, that although Shen Ruhui could not enter the officialdom because of his background, she never expected that he actually made a living by writing storybooks.

She flipped through the manuscript in her hand, reading it page by page.

Shen Ruhui's handwriting is very good, but the content is really...she can't praise it.

The previous volume wrote that the heroine Juan'er met Xun Gongzi, the most dissolute playboy in the capital. The two hit it off after meeting each other. She was amazed by Xun Gongzi's outstanding appearance, and Xun Gongzi fell in love with her at first sight.

Shen Ruhui had already written in the manuscript that Juan'er was neglected and often bullied by her husband in the palace. Fortunately, her husband's younger brother, Master Hang, rescued her and took care of her several times.

The two of them were flirting with each other and were discovered by the people in the palace. Juan'er's husband was furious and wanted to divorce Juan'er.

Juan'er returned to her parents' home sadly because she was misunderstood by her husband. She was unwilling to leave the house and see no one.

Upon learning that Juan'er wanted to divorce, Master Xun and the aforementioned confidante Qing'er both came to Juan'er's house. When Master Hang learned about it, he was extremely anxious and also rushed over.

When the four met, a storm quietly came...

Su Juan was already cursing her father in her heart. Juan'er was flirting with Qing'er one moment, then getting drunk with Master Xun late at night, then flirting with Master Hang, and she was still infatuated with her ex-husband. This Shen Ruhui must be sick!

What would happen if this damn thing was sold?

"Mr. Shen, forgive me for being blunt, but you have written about Juan Er in a rather sentimental way."

Shen Ruhui was drinking again at this moment, and looked at Su Juan, "Really? It's not bad."

He thought he wrote quite well.

Su Juan's face turned black, wasn't it?

There are also names in this book, such as Juan'er and Qing'er, as well as Xun Gongzi and Hang Gongzi. To use modern words, you can just read out my ID number!

Shen Ruhui looked at Su Juan with interest, "Then tell me, if Juan'er wasn't sentimental, who among these people would she like more?"

That idiot Liu Xuan never reads his storybook, so it's hard for him to find someone to talk to.

Su Juan resisted the urge to tear it up, put down the manuscript in her hand, and smiled, "I think Juan'er is cold-hearted and doesn't like anyone, especially this bad-behaved ex-husband. It's good enough that she doesn't wish for his death. How could she be so infatuated with him?"

She tried to make Shen Ruhui realize the absurdity of this.

Shen Ruhui: "......"

A moment later, Su Juan was kicked out of the Shen family. The wooden door slammed and almost hit Su Juan in the face.

Su Juan's forehead twitched, [She has a pretty bad temper. ]

[You wrote me in such a fickle way, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet, and you still have the nerve to slam the door! ]

How could Liu Xuan know such a bad-tempered friend?

Su Juan was angered by Shen Ruhui and ran away.

As soon as she left, someone knocked on the door of the Shen family. A man came in and opened a wooden box on the table. A pile of silver and an envelope were placed in front of Shen Ruhui.

"Continue writing as written in this letter, and all the money will be yours."

Shen Ruhui sneered and drank by himself, "Today is really strange. People come one after another to teach me how to write a storybook."

ridiculous.

The long sword was unsheathed and placed on Shen Ruhui's neck. A cold light flashed and his face turned pale.

The man looked at him coldly, "Mr. Shen, do you want your life or your money?"

...

Ten days had passed since Su Juan moved out of the palace, but the emperor's edict had not yet been approved, and Song Qianfan had not sent the divorce letter.

"Since you want to divorce, you should cut the Gordian knot as soon as possible." Xie Xun said to Su Juan, waving his fan.

Liu Miaoqing nodded, "Ajuan, His Majesty may have forgotten, why not remind him?"

Su Juan was worried and lay on the table, "How to remind me?" [The only chance to see the old emperor is when he is in court, and he is always talking about important court affairs. Why should I mention my divorce letter at this time? ]

[That's too confusing.]

Song Qianhang frowned, "How about I remind my elder brother to write a divorce letter to you?"

Su Juan shook her head, "Forget it."

[Song Qianfan only lost his wife but didn't get a divorce. Do you still expect him to write a divorce letter? ]

[I don't know how he's going to retaliate against me yet. I might be dead on the street tomorrow morning when I leave Baihualou today.]

Suddenly, there was a commotion and cheers outside, with people shouting “Miss Xianyun”.

Liu Miaoqing stood up and walked to the window to look. A graceful woman was playing the piano with a smile on her face, which attracted everyone below to show their goodwill.

"This Miss Xianyun is very pretty."

Su Juan also stood up and walked over to take a look. "This Miss Xianyun seemed to have encountered something before and was in a low mood, but she looks very happy today. I think the troubles in her heart have been resolved."

Xie Xun waved his fan, with an intriguing smile on his face, "The only thing that can worry the girls in this brothel is love affairs."

The few people just listened to his words and were not curious about what happened to the fairy cloud.

But Su Juan suddenly remembered, [Ah! I remembered, no wonder I felt like I had seen this fairy cloud somewhere before! ]

Everyone looked puzzled: "?"

[Isn't this Xianyun the old lover of that bastard Song Qianfan? ]

[I had so many jewelry and other good things, but he took them all to please this man.]

Everyone was shocked: “!!!” No wonder Su Juan’s things were just two small boxes.