She struggled to get up, and finally could only kneel down on the soft carpet.
Tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably. She clutched Fu Yu's sleeve tightly and expressed her inner prayers in a sobbing voice: "My Lord, please have mercy on me. I also want a companion. I long for a cute baby to accompany me and fill this loneliness..."
"Let's get a divorce."
Fu Yu interrupted her mercilessly. There was no warmth in his voice, only indifference and determination.
These words were like a bolt of thunder, deeply shaking Zhao Manxiang's heart.
She was stunned for a moment, her mind going blank.
"No..." Zhao Manxiang cried even harder, hugging Fu Yu's thighs desperately and begging, hoping that he would change his mind.
However, what responded to her was her husband's impatient gesture, and he kicked her away.
The severe pain in her body made Zhao Manxiang let out a short scream, and then she quickly withdrew her hands, and tears rolled down the carpet like beads from a broken string.
"I'm determined not to leave, no matter what!"
There was an unprecedented firmness in her voice.
Fu Yu took a few deep breaths, trying to remain calm, and then said, "Your father has just been promoted to the position of Vice Minister of the Cabinet. His status and position are extraordinary. If you return to your parents' home now, there will surely be many outstanding young men who will be interested in you. Wouldn't that be better? You wouldn't have to waste your best years in this marriage with no future."
"No! I won't marry anyone else, and I absolutely cannot agree to a divorce!"
Zhao Manxiang continued to sob, her originally delicate makeup becoming disheveled because of crying. "Even if one day I am no longer in this world, I will still be a part of your Sheng family. Even as a ghost, I still belong to your Sheng family!"
After hearing this, Fu Yu sighed helplessly, "You are clearly a noble person like the royal family of the Shangshu Mansion, why would you lower your status to this extent?"
Zhao Manxiang looked up at Fu Yu, tears still in her eyes but her expression was remarkably firm: "I feel good, at least I can still stay by the side of the one I love."
Realizing his wife's firm attitude, the anger on Fu Yu's face became more obvious.
"Don't push me to do anything more extreme."
He said this almost through gritted teeth.
Even so, Zhao Manxiang still refused to give in. She wiped away the tears on her face and said with a determined look, "Then I will just die outside the gate of the Duke's Mansion, so that everyone can see how desperate an abandoned wife is with no way out."
Faced with such a persistent and almost paranoid woman, Fu Yu frowned, his eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.
He couldn't understand why anyone would be willing to sacrifice themselves like that.
Suddenly, the room fell into a suffocating silence and no one spoke.
After about ten minutes, Fu Yu, who had been silent for a long time, finally broke the silence again. "You don't have to give me an answer right now. Go to the ancestral hall and think quietly for three days. When you have truly thought it through, come and tell me your decision."
His tone was no longer as tough as before, but contained a hint of pleading.
Zhao Manxiang raised her head slightly, a wry smile on her lips: "Even if you really give me three days to think about it, my choice will not change."
Seeing this, Fu Yu waved his hand weakly to signal her to leave.
Obviously, in this war without gunpowder, no one can convince the other.
Zhao Manxiang slowly stood up, gently straightened her clothes, and then slowly walked out.
She walked with a steady pace, revealing an indescribable dignity and solemnity.
Qingti quickly jumped up from his seat and followed closely behind.
Although she was filled with uneasiness, she knew that at this time she could only follow Zhao Manxiang closely, hoping to do something for her.
Following the clear instructions given in advance by the prince, Jian Ji followed Zhao Manxiang silently.
He looked serious and was obviously ready to carry out the mission.
Zhao Manxiang has always maintained a dignified posture, striding forward with her chest out. Every step she takes seems particularly powerful, and she never loses her demeanor even in adversity.
After arriving at the ancestral hall, she walked in and found a place to sit quietly.
At this time, Jian Ji carefully locked the door from the outside to ensure that no one would come in and disturb him.
Seeing all this happen so suddenly and mysteriously, Qingti couldn't help but frown and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
There was obvious confusion and dissatisfaction in his voice.
"It was the prince who asked Madam to meditate here for three days."
Jian Ji replied calmly, his eyes cold and without warmth.
Such an answer was obviously unacceptable to Qingti.
"How can this be possible? Please open the door of the ancestral hall and let me in to take good care of the young lady!"
Qingti pleaded anxiously, with anxiety and helplessness flashing in his eyes.
"The prince has specifically instructed that the young lady must stay in there alone for a period of time to reflect and think."
Jian Ji's tone became more resolute, and it was obvious that he was not going to compromise easily.
Faced with Qingti's repeated and earnest requests, Jian Ji became more and more impatient.
"You'd better go back quickly. If the young lady needs anything, I can come back and get it in time."
After saying these words, he turned his back to them and left the scene.
After sensing Jian Ji's attitude, Qing Ti knew that it was useless to say anything more, so he turned and shouted towards the closed door, "Young Madam, if there is anything you want, I will get it for you right now."
"I don't need anything, please leave."
Zhao Manxiang's slightly tired voice came through the door, sounding very lonely and powerless.
“Remember to deliver your meals on time.”
Jian Ji added another word of reminder.
Qingti shouted towards the ancestral hall again: "Okay, I will come to see you later."
But after waiting for a while and hearing no response from inside, she finally turned around and walked away slowly, her heart full of worry.
At this moment, her mind was recalling everything that had just happened: she originally thought that the prince would not take such extreme measures against the young lady, but she did not expect that he would imprison Zhao Manxiang here because of the girl named Wen Zhu.
This shows how deep his feelings for this woman are.
If the mistress could become someone like Wen Zhu, perhaps she wouldn't have to live in fear all day long - but such a fantasy is obviously impossible to achieve.
During the day, the weak sunlight coming through the gaps in the windows made the entire ancestral hall still look gloomy and dark.
The long altar was filled with spirit tablets left by the ancestors of the Sheng family.
Next to each male ancestor's tablet, there is a corresponding female ancestor's tablet.
At this moment, Zhao Manxiang's gaze was fixed on a female ancestral tablet marked with "The spirit tablet of the late mother Sheng, Mrs. So-and-so", as if she wanted to find something from it.
She smiled softly.
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