Sheng Xiyan ignored him and pretended not to see it.

Chu Yuanchen clenched his right hand into a fist, placed it to his lips, and let out an inaudible laugh.

The sound of stringed instruments finally began to be heard.

Palace maids in emerald dresses entered the Guangying Hall carrying wine, dishes and various fruits.

There were clinking cups and the sound of dancing and music.

The hall was filled with a faint aroma of wine. Sheng Xiyan was happily sipping the wine and eating the dishes, occasionally chatting with Jingle.

The palace banquet ended at the time of Shen.

Jingle said she was a little drunk, so Sheng Xiyan followed her and walked slowly. It took more than twice as long to reach the palace gate. Nanny Lan and Xigui were waiting in front of the carriage. Chu Yuanyi had also been waiting with his horse. When he saw Jingle, he smiled politely and bowed to the two of them.

Jingle hesitated for a while and suddenly stopped. Sheng Xiyan tilted her head and before she could ask, she saw someone hurriedly coming towards them.

It’s Chu Yuanchen.

He was toasted with quite a lot of wine today, and was a little tipsy, with his peach blossom eyes slightly blurry. He smiled at Sheng Xiyan, and this unreserved smile made her heart beat faster.

Sheng Xiyan thought of Chu Yuanchen on the street at noon, wearing silver-white armor, standing straight, with a murderous look, like a sharp arrow out of its sheath, unstoppable. And now Chu Yuanchen, his smile is as gentle as spring breeze and rain, when his eyes meet, Sheng Xiyan's heart seems to be moved by his smile, the corners of her mouth unconsciously rise, revealing a slight pear whirlpool, and her almond eyes are full of light.

Jingle winked at Chu Yuanchen, meaning: Mom is good to you. I knew you would dawdle, so I dragged you down.

Then, he got into the carriage consciously and lowered the curtain.

She felt that she should give the young couple more opportunities to spend time together, and that her silly son, who only knew how to fight, should learn how to please girls.

In fact, even if Jingle lowered the curtains, the carriages from various mansions were parked here, and there were still people coming and going in front of the palace gate, not to mention that Ji Mingyang and others were also there.

Chu Yuanchen stretched out his hand, palm facing up, in front of her, and asked with a smile: "Where is your wallet?"

Sheng Xiyan: “…”

The purse was still in her sleeve pocket, and she was hesitant about whether to take it out.

After all, for a triumphal entry into Beijing like this, there would surely be a lot of people throwing flowers and purses on both sides of the streets. It wouldn't attract much attention if she just threw them casually, right?

But today was special. Not only did no one lose a purse, but she herself even forgot about it.

If you send it directly...

Her cheeks turned red all of a sudden. Her flushed cheeks looked like they were covered with rouge, and against her snowy skin, they looked even more beautiful than before. It was like a breeze blowing through her heart, creating ripples in Chu Yuanchen's heart.

There was joy in Chu Yuanchen's eyes, and he stretched his hand forward again.

Sheng Xiyan almost couldn't help but take out her purse from her sleeve pocket.

She grasped her sleeves tightly and said quickly, "Forgot." Then, without thinking, she patted his open palm lightly.

The warmth of their skin made his fingertips tremble, and he could still smell the faint fragrance in his palm. Then he watched his little girl quickly jump onto the carriage.

Chu Yuanchen suppressed the smile on his face and asked through the curtain: "Don't you have a wallet?"

His voice sounded cautious and a little pitiful, like an abandoned big dog gently wagging its tail at her.

The next moment, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a lotus-colored purse was thrown out, and then the curtain was immediately lowered, so fast that even the shadow of the person could not be seen.

Chu Yuanchen let out a light laugh, raised his arm and picked up the purse in his hand.

There are two green bamboos embroidered on the purse, and a male eagle is hovering above it. The eagle's feathers are clearly visible, and its golden eyes are sharp and full of vigor. It looks lifelike, as if it is about to fly out of the purse.

The purse still carried a little warmth from her body temperature. Chu Yuanchen curled his lips into a faint smile, his brows particularly gentle, and put it directly around his waist.

When I looked up again, the carriage had gone far away.

He couldn't go back home for the time being. Chu Yuanchen expressed regret for a moment and turned around and walked towards the palace.

The carriage gradually moved away.

In the carriage, Jingle looked at Sheng Xiyan with a smile, and saw the little girl sitting upright with a serious face and an innocent look, as if the purse just lost was not hers. She was really adorable.

She just said, "Sister Yan, I'll take you back directly."

Sheng Xiyan was trying hard to pretend that she knew nothing. She nodded when she heard it, opened the curtain and looked outside. The dusk was half bright and half dark, with the last ray of sunlight and a faint sunset glow left on the horizon.

Jingle smiled and said, "Achen will probably be leaving the palace later today."

In any case, Chu Yuanchen just returned to Beijing today, and he still has to report some situations regarding Beiyan to the emperor. He is the only one who can handle these things. It is estimated that he will not be able to return until the palace gates are locked today.

Sheng Xiyan lowered the curtains, feeling a little lost in her heart, but then she smiled contentedly as she thought that she had finally given away the purse.

The carriage took Sheng Xiyan directly to the gate of Sheng Mansion. After seeing her enter, they went to Zhenbei Palace.

As soon as he returned to the mansion, Chu Yuanyi went to settle his horse. Jingle went straight back to the main courtyard and asked as soon as he sat down, "Where is Jiang Ting?"

Nanny Lan quickly replied, "Jiang Ting is still living in the front. His legs haven't healed yet, so he can't move."

After Jingle proposed to divorce her husband, she did not let Jiang Ting move out temporarily because Chu Yuanchen did not come back.

At that time, Jingle always thought that although Jiang Ting was cruel to her, he was Chu Yuanchen's biological father after all. Maybe Chu Yuanchen would have plans to relocate him, such as buying a house or something.

Now Jingle regrets it.

Although she didn't spend much time with Chu Yuanchen, she knew her son quite well. Chu Yuanchen was not a cruel person unless someone touched his bottom line.

Jiang Ting's actions were to use the lives of the Northern Frontier Army soldiers to show his goodwill to the emperor, and Chu Yuanchen would never forgive him. Not to mention buying him a house to settle down, it was hard to say whether he would recognize him or not.

Therefore, Jingle had to resolve this matter quickly before his son returned home, so that his son would not be upset when he saw him.

Jingle asked Nanny Lan to get the divorce letter that had been written long ago.

The divorce letter had already been stamped and filed at Jingzhao Prefecture, which meant that her marriage with Jiang Ting was completely over, and from now on, they had nothing to do with each other's marriage.

She took the divorce letter, glanced at it briefly, and then handed it back to Nanny Lan, saying, "Nanny, go there in person and give it to him."

Since Jiang Ting is determined to be loyal to the emperor, he should just do his best to be loyal!

He wanted to see for himself whether the emperor would still want him without the Zhenbei Palace.

Jingle snorted coldly: "Let him move out before curfew!"

Nanny Lan didn't know what happened in the palace. She never questioned Jingle's decision. She immediately obeyed the order and took two guards to Jiang Ting's residence in the front yard.

Jiang Ting was lying on the Luohan bed reading a book, with a pair of crutches placed beside the bed. His long-time attendant Zhao Ping stood beside him serving him, bringing him tea and water.

After his leg was injured, the emperor specially sent a royal physician to see him, but the physician shook his head at the time.

Jiang Ting had only broken his right leg bone, and it would heal after a few months of bone reconnection and recuperation.

But later, Jingle stepped hard on the broken bone. At that time, Jingle did not step on it casually. The serious dislocation and shattering of the bone made it difficult for even the imperial physician to reconnect it. This leg was destined to be disabled.

After that day, Jiang Ting had been lying in bed for almost half a month. At first, he was in so much pain that he couldn't move. Only in the past two days, he could barely use crutches. The imperial physician didn't tell him the truth. Jiang Ting always thought that his leg would be healed. However, Jingle hadn't come to see him for so many days, and he was a little panicked.

Now that I have finally waited for Nanny Lan, what I got is a letter of divorce?

Jiang Ting was simply dumbfounded.

He and Jingle have been married for more than 20 years, and he has never seen her lose her temper. Even so, Jiang Ting thought Jingle's words of "divorcing her husband" were just her anger and did not take it seriously.

After all, there are A-chen and Yi-ge'er. Jingle has to think about them so that they won't be embarrassed when they go out to socialize in the future.

Jiang Ting wanted to wait for Chu Yuanchen to come back, let Chu Yuanchen help persuade her, and then he would humble himself and say a few nice words, and Jingle would calm down.

Looking at the divorce letter with the official seal and Jingle's signature, Jiang Ting's face turned pale and his dignity felt trampled upon.

Throughout history, only men have given women letters of divorce. This is the natural order of heaven and earth. How can it be the other way around?

When Old Master Wang died, Jiang Ting was actually glad that he had finally made it through.

Without the pressure from the old prince, he could find a way to change the marriage into marriage and return to his clan. As far as he knew, many people did so. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he discovered that the Zhenbei Palace and the emperor had been at odds for a long time. He was so frightened that he couldn't even think about finding a way out for himself, let alone returning to his clan.

Even so, he didn't want to receive a divorce letter!

"Madam Lan." Jiang Ting held the divorce letter tightly.

In his heart, he wanted to tear up the divorce letter, but he also knew that although the divorce letter could be torn up, the records in the government office could not be torn up, so Jingle had to change her mind.

"I want to see Awu!"

Jiang Ting climbed up from the Luohan bed, and Zhao Ping quickly got him a walking stick and helped him stand up.

Jiang Ting emphasized: "I have something to say to Awu in person."

He walked outside, staggering, leaning on a cane. Before he walked out of the yard, two guards standing in front of the gate raised their hands to stop him.

These guards who were usually polite to him and called him guests were now all cold and serious. As soon as Jiang Ting approached, they had half of their swords drawn and murderous intent on their faces.

Jiang Ting flinched, then shouted in a strong but weak voice: "What are you doing? Get out of here!"

The guards did not retreat but advanced two steps forward. Jiang Ting was forced to retreat backwards. He was leaning on a crutch, which made it difficult for him to move. He almost fell down when he retreated.

Zhao Ping quickly supported him and shouted, "How dare you be rude to the guests! Aren't you afraid that the princess will tell you all to get out!"

The guards of the Zhenbei Palace had all seen blood and killed enemies, so they would naturally not bother with a long-time attendant. It was just like in a battlefield, when it was possible to raise a knife, no one would start a fight with the enemy first.

They stood in front of the gate with swords in hand, ready to draw their swords if anyone dared to take another step forward.

Seeing Jiang Ting's hypocritical attitude, Nanny Lan couldn't help but say in a sinister tone, "Master Jiang, you've already got the divorce letter, why are you still acting like a distinguished guest? Aren't you looking down on our palace and afraid that we will implicate you? Why are you refusing to leave now? Take the divorce letter and go wherever you want."

Jiang Ting's face turned pale. Before he could speak, Nanny Lan continued, "A girl needs to wear dowry when she gets married. When you entered our palace, even the wedding dress you wore was prepared by the palace. The princess, for the sake of our friendship of more than 20 years, promised Master Jiang to take your own clothes away. Hurry up and pack them, otherwise you will have to stay one more night because of the curfew. You might get killed this night."

Jiang Ting's face became more and more embarrassed, and the divorce letter was almost crumpled into a ball in his hands.

The Jiang family was just an ordinary farmer. He had to rely on his sisters to get married one after another to save money for his studies. When he first came to the capital, he really had nothing. But over the past twenty years, his dignity and nobility had been engraved into his bones.

Nanny Lan's words were like stripping off his clothes and leaving him standing naked in front of everyone.

Jiang Tingshi couldn't help himself and pointed at Nanny Lan, blurting out: "You! You...sly slave! How dare you..."

It was hard for Jiang Ting to accept Nanny Lan, who changed her attitude faster than turning the pages of a book.

He had never been treated like this in the Zhenbei Palace.

Jiang Ting originally thought that his negligence in the past few days was the limit of his life, but he didn't expect that it was far more than that.

"Don't point fingers here and there, Master Jiang." Nanny Lan sneered, "You used to be the princess's husband, the master, and I called you a guest of honor. Who are you now? You dare to be so arrogant in front of me."

"Your nobility all comes from the princess." Nanny Lan said bluntly, "Without the princess, you are nothing."

Jiang Ting gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see Awu."

"You'd better save your energy," Nanny Lan said coldly, and then smiled at the guards, "It seems that Master Jiang doesn't have anything to pack up, so just send him out quickly. Our Zhenbei Palace is a den of dragons and tigers for Master Jiang, how can we let him continue to suffer?"

The guard responded, "Don't worry, Nanny Lan."

Nanny Lan thanked her for her hard work and went back to report.

Jiang Ting didn't care about anything else and shouted without caring: "I want to see Awu!"

The guards would not let him succeed, so they made a gesture of invitation and said, "Please follow us out of the house."

Jiang Ting ignored them and was about to rush out with his crutches. The two guards looked at each other, covered his mouth, and one of them grabbed one of his arms and dragged him out.

After Jiang Ting was injured, he was moved to another courtyard. Now he lives in a remote place, very close to the side gate of the palace. The guards dragged him directly to the side gate to avoid disturbing the master in the palace.

Just as they were dragging on, Chu Yuanyi came over breathlessly. Seeing this, he was shocked and shouted, "Let my father go!"

"Second Master." The guard did not let go of his hand, "This is the princess's order."

"Impossible. Let my father go first." Chu Yuanyi raised his hand to pull the guard's arm. The guard stepped back a little but still did not let go.

Chu Yuanyi stood there at a loss, shocked and scared.

Jiang Ting, with his mouth covered, shook his head desperately and kept winking at Chu Yuanyi.

Chu Yuanyi understood and said, "I'm going to find my mother. You are not allowed to leave!" After that, he ran towards the inner courtyard without looking back, and rushed directly in front of Jingle, panting.

He finished his greetings hastily and said, "Mom, why did you drive Dad away?!"

Jingle frowned and asked, "Who told you?"

Chu Yuanyi's eyes flashed: "I saw it myself!" He pulled her sleeve and said hurriedly, "Mom, Dad is in a terrible state. His leg is broken and he can't walk now. Please don't chase him away, okay?"

Jingle sighed, waved him over, and said, "Brother Yi, mother told you that your father and I have divorced, and naturally we no longer live together after the divorce."

Chu Yuanyi was still young, only twelve years old, and unlike Chu Yuanchen, he did not have to shoulder important responsibilities since childhood. In addition, Chu Yuanchen was not around for a long time, so Jingle inevitably spoiled him a little.

She could decisively tell Chu Yuanchen the reason for divorcing her husband, but once she faced Chu Yuanyi's innocent and ignorant eyes, she felt reluctant. As a mother, she hesitated for the first time in her life, and this hesitation has been delayed until today.

Chu Yuanyi was stunned. Jingle had indeed talked to him about divorce, but he thought they were just arguing and didn't take it seriously. Until now, when he saw Jingle's serious expression, he realized that he might have been wrong.

"Mom, can we not get divorced?" Chu Yuanyi shook her sleeve, pinching it. "Can we?"

"No." Jingle refused.

Some things, no matter how cruel, have to be torn apart. Jingle never thought of hiding the truth from him.

She sighed secretly and said, "Brother Yi, you have grown up now. Sit down first and I will tell you slowly."

"It's too late to say it slowly." Chu Yuanchen held her sleeve tightly and said the next best thing: "Then... you come with me to see dad and see him, okay?"

He pleaded with his face, naively hoping that they had just had some quarrel, and that when his mother saw how badly his father was injured and was about to be driven out, she might forgive him.

Jingle finally didn't let go of her son and walked out with him.

By now Jiang Ting had been dragged to the side door by the guards.

Seeing Jingle coming, Jiang Ting's eyes lit up. He struggled and shook his head, and a "mmm" sound came out of his covered mouth.

Jingle signaled to the guards to let go. Jiang Ting straightened his clothes, held his crutches in place, and looked at Jingle affectionately.

Even though his legs were broken and he was imprisoned, Jiang Ting did not forget to take care of himself. Although he looked a little shaggy, he still looked very elegant.

"Awu." Jiang Ting said to Jingle affectionately, "Are you finally willing to come and see me? I've been waiting for you for a few days... Can we talk?"

Jingle asked, "You want to talk to me?"

"Awu." Jiang Ting stared at her, his eyes filled with tenderness. "I know I once had some thoughts that I shouldn't have had. You have reason to hate me. I've regretted it a long time ago, really! Awu, we've been married for more than 20 years. Look at Achen, and then look at Yige'er..."

"Brother Yi, you go back first." Jingle said to Chu Yuanyi, "You asked me to come over, so I came over. You also have to listen to me."

Even if she had to tell Chu Yuanyi what happened, Jingle planned to sit down with him and talk slowly, rather than letting him stand here, listening with only a vague understanding, and having the cruel truth revealed directly in front of him.

Chu Yuanyi hesitated for a moment, nodded, and walked away, looking back every few steps.

As soon as Chu Yuanyi left, Jingle looked directly at Jiang Ting, her face extremely cold: "Do you dare to mention Ah Chen again?"

Jiang Ting's heart skipped a beat, but his expression remained unchanged as he said, "Awu, Achen returned to Beijing today, and I was unable to pick him up. I am waiting for him to come back. When he comes back, our family can be together. Isn't that what you have always hoped for?"

Jingle certainly hoped so. At that time, she hoped that her family would be in the northern border, not in the capital, because the capital was not her home.

Yes, Jiang Ting never understood her.

Jingle brushed her sleeves and said calmly, "You moved the things in the secret compartment of Achen's bookshelf, didn't you? Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting, you want to send Achen to his death. I'm really curious, how are you going to face Achen?"

"You are ruthless to me and want to kill me, so be it. Anyway, you entered the Chu family for the glory and wealth. But what about Ah Chen? Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs."

"At this point, you want to say that we can still be together as a family. I can't stand hearing that."

Jingle finished speaking in one breath.

Jiang Ting's face looked a little bad. He never thought that Jingle would know about this.

Jiang Ting's eyes dodged for a moment, which made Jingle suddenly feel ridiculous.

Even if they had a blind marriage, they had been married for more than 20 years, and these 20 years could not warm his heart.

Jingle sneered, "Why, you are so good at making arguments, but you can't explain why you want to kill Chen?"

"It's not like that. Awu, listen to me..." Jiang Ting walked over with difficulty on crutches, wanting to explain it to her clearly and tell her that she had misunderstood.

Jingle smiled and asked, "Do you know why I changed my mind and came to see you?"

Jiang Ting was stunned.

Jingle's smile became more brilliant: "Because I found out that someone just chased you away, I, Chu Wu, really can't get over this anger."

After she finished speaking, she raised her foot and swept the crutch that Jiang Tingzhu was holding, and his crutch immediately slipped out of his hand and flew out.

Jiang Ting lost his balance and instinctively used his legs to support the ground. The broken bones had not been properly connected, and as soon as his broken leg touched the ground, the force was applied and the heart-wrenching pain rushed to his crown.

He uttered a miserable cry and fell heavily to the ground.

"ah!"

He curled up completely, his face turned pale from the pain from his broken leg, and he was sweating profusely. He almost fainted.

The screams echoed in the sky above the palace for a long time.

Jingle looked down at him and smiled, "Now, do you still want to talk to me?"

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on her, making her look proud, bright and eye-catching.