No matter how good the general is, in all honesty, he is not a good son-in-law; he is a heartless person.
“That’s right. If she still refuses, what’s the point of forcing her? She’s not good enough for the general. The general should be surrounded by noble ladies, princesses, and princesses.” Wang Zebang said coldly.
Wei Yao glanced sideways and saw Wang Zebang looking annoyed at Zheng Quchi for not knowing what was good for him, so she gave them a slight reminder: "Do you remember when the general misunderstood the lady, knocked her down from the chasm with a single palm strike, and then she was kidnapped by Mo Ye to Julu Kingdom? What was the general like during that time?"
As they recounted his story, the two recalled the past and couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines.
Wei Yao then asked, "And what has the general been like during this period?"
"..." The two fell silent at the same time.
Wei Yao crossed his arms and sneered, "So you'd better pray that Madam gives up on the idea of divorce, otherwise we'll probably have to live on thin ice every day from now on."
"No way!" Fu Rong was the first to break down. The image of him being tortured by the general was still vivid in his mind. He would never want to live that kind of life again!
Wang Zebang's face stiffened, but he softened his voice and said, "...It's better to tear down a temple than to break up a marriage. You can still manage if you try to persuade them."
Wei Yao rolled her eyes at the two of them.
"I've already tried to persuade you. The rest is up to you two. If you can persuade them, everyone will be better off. If you can't, then nobody will be better off."
Fu Rong and Wang Zebang's faces turned from black to white in an instant.
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As dawn broke, Zheng Quchi opened her eyes. Her eyelids were a little swollen; a night of dreams had kept her from having a moment's peace.
She sat up, stared blankly for a while, and thinking about the contents of her dream, she sniffed and muttered under her breath, "Yuwen Sheng...you dog."
"You called me?"
A bright, melodious sound, like a wind chime, interrupted her from the side, startling Zheng Quchi like a gentle breeze.
She turned her head suddenly and saw Yuwen Sheng sitting by the window.
Today, he was dressed in a cool, ethereal white robe.
The layers of robes accentuated the red ink on his body, his hair was tied up with a ribbon, and his eyes were covered with a white veil. His superior features made him look like a demon who had cultivated himself into an immortal. Gone was the sinister demonic aura; instead, he was adorned with jade-like sparse branches and as white as auspicious snow.
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