His fingers tightened slightly, pinching her until it hurt a little.
"You don't agree to a divorce, could it be..."
"After spending several days together, have you developed feelings for me?"
The moment their eyes met, his eyes, hidden beneath the mask, remained as deep and unfathomable as a cold pool.
But the heat in my palm was so intense it made me feel uneasy.
He raised his hand slightly, touched her wrist, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
Shen Zhiyi took a deep breath. "Then thank you very much, Your Highness."
"We were husband and wife after all. Miss Shen, you don't need to worry about my affairs. Take care of yourself. Your good fortune is yet to come."
As they spoke, Zhou Xuance released his grip and continued writing the divorce papers.
"You should carefully read this divorce agreement. If there is anything you are not satisfied with, I can change it at any time."
Chen Zhi remained silent.
He wrote,
She looked at it carefully.
But as he was writing, he suddenly coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, which stained the divorce papers. The ink was not yet dry, and the blood mixed with it, making it a mess.
The imperial physician rushed in, but the divorce papers were never written.
"Miss Shen, I will send someone to escort you back to your residence. Once the divorce papers are written, I will send someone to deliver them to you." The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was preoccupied with Zhou Xuance, fearing that he might actually be dead.
In the entire Great Gan Dynasty, only the Emperor could execute him.
As for the matter of the assassination attempt on him, the Emperor has not yet made a decision, so they can only serve him good food and drink.
As for the other prisoners, once they're dead, they're dead.
But he...
I absolutely cannot die!
At the very least, I can't die by my own hand.
Shen Zhiyi glanced at Zhou Xuance once before turning and leaving.
Because she didn't bring any maids or servants, only four yamen runners from the Dali Temple escorted her back to the mansion. Halfway there, the carriage suddenly jolted.
"Miss Chen, I'm so sorry, there seems to be a problem with the carriage. Please get off first so we can fix it."
Shen Zhiyi's breathing became slightly heavy, but she did not get off the carriage immediately.
"Miss Chen?" the yamen runner urged in a low voice.
"I'll be out right away."
Shen Zhiyi subconsciously touched her wrist, and the moment she lifted the carriage curtain, a cold glint flashed before her eyes—
Immediately afterwards,
A sharp sword was thrust straight at her!
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