Chapter 9 only mentions widowhood, not divorce.
Pei Yanchuan sat down and poured a cup of tea. "I wanted to catch the turtle in a jar, but unexpectedly, you killed the turtle."
Seeing that Jiang Wan Ning was a little embarrassed, he pointed to the seat opposite him and said, "Since you're here, have a cup of tea before you leave."
Jiang Wanning sat down next to Pei Yanchuan without any hesitation.
Pei Yanchuan paused in his movement of pushing the teacup, then changed direction and placed the teacup in front of Jiang Wanning.
He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and said, "You've arrived just in time."
Jiang Wan Ning took the letter, opened it, and read it. "You're already thinking about divorce before you're even married?"
"I am afflicted with a rare poison and my days are numbered."
"With this divorce agreement in hand, it will be easier for you to remarry in the future."
"If that's the case, why did you agree?"
Pei Yanchuan: Isn't it you who's using the Marquis's mansion and the Emperor to coerce me?
Jiang Wan Ning tore up the divorce papers in her hand. "Your Highness, between us, there is only widowhood, not divorce."
"Anyone who marries me, Jiang Wan Ning, will live longer than a turtle. You won't die."
After Jiang Wan Ning finished speaking, she got up and left.
The moment the door closed, a person stepped out from behind the screen. "Hahaha, A-Chuan, this girl is something else!"
Pei Yanchuan stood up, bowed, and greeted the emperor, "Your Majesty."
The young man waved his hand, "This is outside, not in the palace, no need for formalities."
As the emperor spoke, he peered out the window and said, "I knew there was something fishy about the imperial edict you requested; it turns out you requested it for yourself."
Pei Yanchuan remained silent.
The reason why the imperial edict says "future Princess of Langya" instead of "betrothed to Pei Anqing" is because...
It's my own selfishness.
Holding that imperial edict, it was as if the decree of marriage had been requested for him, and in fact, it truly became something he had requested for himself.
"Your Highness."
"They're gone?"
"Yes, I escorted Miss Jiang downstairs. She asked me to pass on a message to you..."
"What is it? Tell me quickly." Emperor Xiao Yu asked with great interest, fanning himself with his fan.
The servant glanced at the Prince of Langya and slowly said, "Miss Jiang said that the prince's handkerchief is really ugly."
Xiao Yu leaned back lazily in his chair. "It really is ugly."
Pei Yanchuan glanced down at the handkerchief on the table and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
This was a gift from her to him, but the little girl herself had completely forgotten about it.
"Looks like today's efforts were in vain."
"Your Majesty, please forgive me." Pei Yanchuan stood up and bowed.
"I was just saying it offhand," Xiao Yu waved his hand. "Even if we catch him this time, it's unlikely we can punish my good uncle."
"They want to assassinate you so that I can lose an arm."
"Is my arm so easily broken?"
Pei Yanchuan did not reply.
"But, A-Chuan, what about your health?"
“I can hold on for a while longer,” Pei Yanchuan said. “Your Majesty, rest assured, I will clear away any obstacles before I die.”
Emperor Xiao Yu has only been on the throne for three years. Prince Qi is ambitious, and the Grand Princess is also restless.
The Eastern Ling Kingdom has an army of 600,000, of which 300,000 are under Pei Yanchuan's command and the 50,000 Imperial Guards are at the emperor's behest.
The rest were in the hands of the King of Qi and the Grand Princess.
The two seemed poised to cooperate, and for a time, a new faction led by Pei Yanchuan emerged in the court.
And the faction led by the King of Qi that opposed the new emperor.
They felt that the late emperor's ascension to the throne was illegitimate, and that the throne originally belonged to the Prince of Qi.
Pei Yanchuan's army was mostly scattered across the border to guard cities, while in the capital, the Prince of Qi and the Grand Princess held the advantage.
Emperor Xiao Yu felt a slight sense of relief upon hearing this; Pei Yanchuan could not die.
"Achuan, I need you, I need you now, and I need you in the future."
"I will always be here as long as Your Majesty needs me."
After Pei Yanchuan left, Xiao Yu watched his departing figure through the windows along the street.
"Tell me, am I being too selfish? I knew perfectly well who killed A-Chuan's family, yet I never told him."
"His Majesty cares deeply for the people, and this action is also for the good of the Prince of Langya."
Xiao Yu nodded, "You're right. At first, I was worried that he was young and impulsive."
"Later, I feared that he would die without the support of hatred, and I still needed him."
"But now it seems that Jiang will also become a concern for A-Chuan." The Emperor's lips curled up slightly.
......
Jiang Wan Ning and Shen Ru Zhi went shopping too late.
They went directly to the Shen residence. After chatting with Shen Zhao for a while, the two lay down in the coffin in the courtyard to look at the stars.
“It’s so nice to be like we were when we were kids again.” Shen Ruzhi turned to look at Jiang Wanning. “Now you also have the power to manage the household.”
"But you must never be soft-hearted again."
Jiang Wan Ning also turned to look at Chen Ru Zhi, "Don't worry, it won't happen."
"We haven't completely gotten back the power of stewardship yet."
In her previous life, after Aunt Liu took charge of the household, she changed people one after another, and those people eventually became her confidants.
Including the shops outside, it's likely that half of them have already fallen into Aunt Liu's hands.
She must take them all back.
"That's wonderful." Shen Ruzhi smiled, her eyes narrowing. "Ningning, I hope you'll be happy."
"We definitely will," Jiang Wanning said. "We will all be happy."
Early the next morning.
The two climbed out of the coffin.
After a quick wash, Shen Ruzhi accompanied Jiang Wanning to the Grand Tutor's residence.
Jiang Wan Ning looked up at the plaque personally bestowed by the late emperor, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
My maternal grandmother passed away early, leaving only my mother as her daughter. Now, in the vast Grand Tutor's Mansion, only my maternal grandfather remains.
In my past life, my maternal grandfather always wanted me to spend more time with him.
But in order to see Pei Yanchuan more often, she always had Jiang Wanru go in her place, saying that they were all her granddaughters and it didn't matter who looked after them.
Jiang Wan Ning thought back to her past self and wished she could slap herself to death.
"The young lady is here? Is it really the young lady?" The one who opened the door was an elderly man with gray hair.
“Grandpa Zhao,” Jiang Wanning replied with a smile, “I’ve come to see my maternal grandfather.”
My maternal grandfather is now seventy-three years old. Apart from a few servants who cook and clean, the only person in the entire Zhou mansion is Steward Zhao.
Steward Zhao has been with his maternal grandfather since childhood and is now sixty-eight years old.
"Quick, come in quickly." Butler Zhao happily wiped away his tears with his sleeve.
She quickened her pace and walked unsteadily toward the front hall, calling out as she went, "Master, the young lady has arrived! The young lady has come to see you."
"Ningning, you were really awful before," Shen Ruzhi whispered. "You didn't care about anything for that scumbag."
Jiang Wan Ning nodded, "Indeed, thankfully I'm sober now."
As the two were talking, they arrived at the front hall.
A hoarse cough came from inside the house. "Did they send that second young lady again?"
"I already told her to say I wasn't there whenever she came, so why was it reported?"
"Maternal grandfather".
Before Butler Zhao could even speak, Jiang Wanning was already in front of him, kneeling on the ground, "Grandfather, Ningning has come to see you."
“It was Ningning’s fault before, she made her grandfather sad.”
Grand Tutor Zhou dropped his chopsticks to the ground, rubbed his cloudy eyes, and asked, "Ning'er? Is it really Ning'er?"
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