It's all ruined, who cares about the chastity arch

The two things that the old lady valued most in her life were, first, her daughter and second, the reputation of the Zheng family. But now, her daughter is no longer alive, and the family's reputation has been completely lost at this moment.

Things in the world are cyclical, cause and effect are real, isn’t everything today the result of the causes planted yesterday?

Without waiting for the clan leader to say another word, Zheng Chengyan strode forward resolutely, picked up the pen with a slightly trembling hand, and quickly signed his name on the divorce letter that would decide his fate.

The maid next to him, Siqi, gently reminded: "Master, you still need to press your handprint."

Upon hearing this, Zheng Chengyan bit his fingertip without hesitation, and blood dripped onto the paper. As his hand fell heavily, a bright red handprint appeared, and everything was settled.

After finishing, he seemed to have shed a layer of shell, staggered back a few steps, and his originally neat hair crown became messy, making him look particularly embarrassed.

Su Wanyu walked slowly to the desk, picked up the pen gracefully, and calmly left her name on the divorce letter.

Afterwards, Yun Yi quickly handed her an exquisite seal. Su Wanyu took it and pressed it steadily on the designated position without any hesitation. At that moment, the touch of the seal seemed to announce some kind of relief.

The three years spent in this ancient mansion passed by quietly like flowing water.

Now, she is finally no longer the second young lady in name only, nor is she Zheng Chengyan's superficial partner.

The heavy burden that had been weighing on her shoulders for years suddenly disappeared, and an unprecedented sense of ease and freedom made her feel relaxed both physically and mentally.

Since there were few examples of men being divorced in history, the elders in the family could only strictly follow the etiquette procedures for divorcing their wives.

The ink of the signatures and seals from both parties had not yet dried, and the clan leader was ready to follow ancient teachings and read out aloud Zheng Chengyan's ten major faults.

However, Zheng Chengyan was about to raise his head to try to stop it, but found that he had lost the best opportunity.

The voice of an elder was resounding in the sky: "The second son of the Marquis of Changping, Zheng, has an unstable character and violates the way of being a husband! He forced his mother to suffer injustice, which is extremely unfilial! He suffers from a hidden illness and cannot pass on the family line, which is an even greater crime! Moreover, his concubine died at his hands, and his atrocities are obvious..."

"That's enough! Stop talking!"

Zheng Chengyan's voice was almost like an uncontrolled roar, shaking the air.

His eyes were filled with madness and despair, like a wounded beast that was forced into a desperate situation.

An unfaithful husband and an unfilial son are unbearable moral burdens in any family, and in a prominent family like the Zheng family, they are regarded as unforgivable stains.

What's more, the reality that the man has no children adds an indelible shame to the heavy pressure.

The secret of Zheng Chengyan's infertility had been a hidden pain for only a very few people in the family in the past. But now it was revealed in public by the clan leader, like a sharp sword light, mercilessly cutting his last bit of dignity into pieces.

This privacy of the second young master of the Zheng family has now become the focus of discussion on the streets and there is no longer any secret left.

Even the usually arrogant Wang and Pei were stunned by the sudden news, their fingers slightly spread out, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

Some were shocked, some were sympathetic, and most of them were deeply worried about the future of the family.

Zheng Chengyan's face turned ashen, as if covered by a layer of ice. He angrily shouted at the clan leader who had revealed the scar: "Shut up! Shut up right now!"

He leaned forward as if to break free from his restraints, but found himself surrounded by his tribesmen.

Those looks of pity or contempt were like invisible needles, piercing his heart.

The whispers in the crowd were like mosquitoes in the night. Although subtle, they were enough to echo in everyone's heart: "It turns out that the second son of Zheng voluntarily wanted to be divorced because of his own shortcomings..."

"Yes, it seems that it is no wonder that the daughter of the Su family has not been able to conceive a child for three years after her marriage. In this case, how could there be any good news?"

Another person continued, his words full of disdain.

Another person whispered, "Didn't Jiang have been pregnant before?"

Someone immediately interrupted, "It must be an illegitimate child. Otherwise, why did they disappear before the child was born? There must be some unknown secret behind this."

These words were like sharp blades, cutting through Zheng Chengyan's self-esteem.

"Alas, I'm afraid that the lineage of Lord Zheng will be cut off like this. There is no one to inherit the throne. It's really sad and lamentable."

Someone sighed. Another person raised an objection: "What do you mean there is no successor? If there is really no other way, can't we just choose a suitable successor from the clan?"

This suggestion elicited a response: “Yeah, that’s right, that’s right.”

There was constant criticism from the public, and some of them were secretly plotting the title of Duke of Xuan.

These rumors were like sharp arrows, shooting into Zheng Chengyan's ears one by one. His past pride and self-esteem collapsed bit by bit, leaving only despair in his heart.

He shouted feebly to the patriarch again: "Stop reading, shut up!"

There was pleading in his voice, but it had long lost its former dignity.

The clan leader held the document that decided his fate in his hand, his eyes moving between the document and Zheng Chengyan. After a brief hesitation, he looked at the ring on the table that symbolized authority, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and read the document that listed the ten charges word by word.

Finally, with a heavy sound, the red seal fell on the paper, announcing the completion of the divorce ceremony and the complete end of Zheng Chengyan's position in this family.

Upon hearing the news, Mrs. Zheng's spirit completely collapsed, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground.

At this moment, Zheng Chengyan gave up all his struggles. He curled up like an abandoned animal, standing there dully, the light in his eyes gradually extinguished.

Su Wanyu took the heavy document from the clan leader, tore off half of it expressionlessly and handed it to him: "Second Master Zheng, keep it."

The two identical documents symbolized the complete breakdown of their relationship.

She had been planning for this moment for a long time, and wanted to use this method to completely cut off all ties with the Zheng family.

Zheng Chengyan took the document with difficulty, his voice hoarse and bitter: "Wanyu, you really don't regret leaving the Zheng Mansion at all?"

Hearing this, if the occasion had not allowed it, Su Wanyu would probably have laughed out loud.

She lowered her head and spoke in a very low voice so that only the two of them could hear: "Zheng Chengyan, the happiest thing in my life is to leave this place that restricts me."

"Don't worry, I will never regret it."

Her tone was firm, without the slightest wavering.

A cold and hard look flashed across Zheng Chengyan's face: "Does your promise to me still count?"

Facing his question, Su Wanyu just smiled lightly: "Of course it counts."

She had decided to divorce her husband and no longer wanted to have anything to do with him, so she was preparing to turn around and leave.