Chapter 61
Wen Xin pursed her lips, looking a little aggrieved.
It's not like she wanted it to be like this!
The man scoffed, "You just do whatever those idiots from the Shangguan Cong (Marquis Xuanwu) family say?"
Wen Xin looked blank, as if asking: What else could she do?
Looking at her delicate and fragile appearance, as if she would break at the slightest touch, the man was speechless.
Clearly, she didn't really have a choice.
His brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with rage, not at her, but at those bastards who had humiliated her.
The girl asked timidly, "Are you angry?"
The man in purple glanced at her and said, "It's good that you figured it out."
Wen Xin: "..."
The innocent and bewildered look on the soft dumpling made the man choke again.
Forget it, why should he bother arguing with a silly, soft little thing?
However, seeing her kneeling on the cold ground only fueled his anger.
He raised his hand, and a gust of wind swept the items on the offering table to the ground, the clattering sound startling Wen Xin.
Before she could even react, she was lifted into the air and placed on the altar.
Wen Xin: "!!!"
The man in purple sneered, "What are you kneeling for? Do those old fogies from the Shangguan family have the right to make you kneel?"
He couldn't bear to let her kneel.
Wen Xin stared at him blankly.
Realizing what was happening, Wen Xin hurriedly tried to jump off the offering table.
The man pressed his large hand on her shoulder; how could a frail young girl resist him?
"Sit still, or I'll break your legs."
The girl trembled with fear, her clear, wet eyes wide open, looking pitiful as if she had been bullied.
The man's eyes were unreadable, his palms burning hot, making him even more eager to bully her.
So cute!
Wen Xin flinched slightly under his gaze, her fair face flushing red.
She said hesitantly, "You, you shouldn't do this."
Who would sit on someone else's ancestral altar?
Isn't this utterly rebellious?
However, if a certain emperor dared to overturn the ancestral tablets of the Yuwen imperial family, what would be a small Xuanwu Marquis's mansion?
He scoffed, "What are you afraid of? I'll take responsibility for you if anything happens."
Wen Xin's curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and she didn't know what to say.
The man in purple patted her head and sat down next to her.
The two of them used the ancestral altar as chairs. If the people of the Marquis of Xuanwu's mansion saw this rebellious scene, they would definitely... well, probably be scared out of their wits!
Of course, it was bound to be humiliating.
But what does this have to do with His Majesty?
The emperor was already plotting how to kill the Marquis of Xuanwu's entire family!
However, Wen Xin didn't sit as calmly as the man next to her.
She turned her head, looked at his perfect profile, and asked softly, "What brings you to the Marquis of Xuanwu's residence?"
An emperor, disguised in a cloak, looked at her with a half-smile: "What do you think?"
The girl froze for a moment, then suddenly realized something, her eyes widened, and she exclaimed, "Could it be that His Majesty is going to raid the Marquis of Xuanwu's residence?"
Oh, she now thinks that the purple-clad man in front of her is either Sun, the governor of the Eastern Depot, or Mo, the eunuch of the Western Depot, and those two powerful eunuchs are best at confiscating property and exterminating families!
Whenever they appear in the homes of powerful officials, nothing good ever comes of it.
Emperor Chengyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, but instead of answering, he revealed a sinister smile.
The soft bun was completely stunned.
Tears welled up in Wen Xin's eyes. "Are you...really going to plagiarize?"
Emperor Chengyuan's fingers twitched, and his voice took on a cold tinge, "What? Are you worried about them?"
The girl nervously clutched her skirt and said weakly, "I...I am the wife of the heir of the Marquis of Xuanwu!"
Emperor Chengyuan: "..."
Sure enough, we should raid the Shangguan family's place as soon as possible!
He said meaningfully, "You don't have to be the wife of the heir of the Marquis of Xuanwu."
Wen Xin was startled again, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to respond.
Emperor Cheng Yuan suddenly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His deep gaze locked onto her. "You like Shangguan Hao?"
Wen Xin's heart was racing, and her eyes trembled with emotion. "I... the Crown Prince is my husband."
husband?
Shangguan Hao is not worthy?
Emperor Chengyuan said without hesitation, "We're divorced!"
Wen Xin shook her head excitedly, "No way!"
His Majesty the Emperor's face instantly turned completely dark. "Say that again if you dare!"
Wen Xin cowered, sobbing, "A good woman doesn't marry twice."
Emperor Chengyuan roared, "Which piece of rubbish said that?"
I'll behead him!
Wen Xin: "..."
"My lord, please don't do this!"
Emperor Chengyuan glanced at her, "What do you think of me? Tell me!"
Wen Xin said softly, "How can someone be asked to separate for no reason?"
Emperor Chengyuan was exasperated. "Don't you even look at how badly those bastards from the Marquis of Xuanwu's mansion have bullied you?"
Wen Xin bit her lip, looking confused. "But I've already married into the Xuanwu Marquis's household, there's nothing I can do!"
Emperor Chengyuan emphasized again: "Divorce!"
The problem has come full circle; it's a vicious cycle, isn't it?
Wen Xin hung her little head listlessly.
Looking at this stubborn little dumpling, Emperor Chengyuan had a headache, but he couldn't bear to lose his temper with her, so he could only reason with her.
"Those idiots in the Marquis of Xuanwu's mansion don't treat you like a human being, what's there for you to miss?"
Wen Xin's tears fell, "But where can I go after the divorce? I have nowhere to go!"
This world is so cruel to women!
Emperor Chengyuan's breath hitched. He quickly picked up the pitiful little dumpling and hugged her, wiping away her tears. "Who said you had nowhere to go?"
"Since I've asked you to divorce, how can I just ignore you?"
Wen Xin was immersed in a hopeless future, tears falling like pearls from a broken string. "The Wen family will not tolerate my divorce. No, they abandoned me long ago. The world will point fingers at me, I..."
She felt dejected and suddenly realized that she was really useless and could only eke out a living in the inner quarters.
"What's the point of going back to a place like the Wen family? Anyone who dares to give you advice, I'll kill them!"
Emperor Chengyuan said cruelly.
Who would dare to bully his soft, cuddly body?
Wen Xin stared at him blankly, and said softly, "You're such a good person!"
Emperor Chengyuan: "..."
Who wants to be a good person!
He looked amusedly at the slow-witted girl in his arms, "Could you be any sillier?"
Wen Xin wanted to glare at him, but then she remembered his words of defense and gave up.
"Although you threatened to kill me fiercely at first, I felt that you were just trying to scare me. You even had someone take me out of the artificial hill. Now you are comforting me. I really think you are a good person."
Listening to the girl's silly words, if Emperor Chengyuan didn't know what sinister thoughts he was harboring, he would almost have thought he had laid down his butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.
He tapped her forehead with his long finger and asked, "Do you know who I am?"
Wen Xin blinked, cautiously guessing, "Lord Mo?"
Emperor Chengyuan: "..."
His dark eyes narrowed slightly. "Why Mo Zhi?"
Mo Zhi, who was guarding outside, almost fell off the tree.
He didn't, he didn't, he really wouldn't dare!
Looking at his handsome face, Wen Xin carefully considered her words, "I've heard that Lord Mo is young and refined, with the elegant demeanor of a noble young master."
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