Sir Song, do you want to pledge yourself to me?

Song Jinbai lowered his eyes and placed the peeled boiled egg on a celadon plate and pushed it in front of Ji Nuan.

When he looked up, her features were reflected in his eyes. "Nuan'er, we can't stay out here much longer. We'll be leaving tomorrow. The Crown Prince has sent a secret decree, placing the responsibility of raising military rations for the northern border this year on me. He has also ordered me to gather food along the way and bring it north. You must come with me."

Ji Nuan was slightly startled and took a small bite of the egg.

Tasteless, don't like it.

She put the eggs back on the plate and pushed it back to Song Jinbai.

"You are an official appointed by the court. It is reasonable for the Crown Prince to order you to collect grain, but why must you take me with you?"

Song Jinbai coughed lightly, a subtle embarrassment flickering across his face. "Ahem... I forgot to tell Senior Brother Xu that you're the owner of the blessing plaque. Another important reason for letting me go north this time is to take you to meet the Xu family. The Crown Prince probably remembered that I finally got a wife and couldn't bear to see us separated so soon, so he asked us to go to the northern border together, bringing the owner of the blessing plaque with us."

In fact, Song Jinbai did not forget to say it clearly, but deliberately kept it secret and did not explain it clearly.

Although there was a lucky plaque and Ji's mother as evidence, if it was a mistake, it would make others suspect that Ji Nuan was trying to cling to the powerful and confuse her bloodline. He had originally planned to wait until the Xu family confirmed the lucky plaque before informing them that his wife, Ji Nuan, was the daughter of the late princess.

"Oh~ Take me to confirm my identity."

Ji Nuan looked calm and composed as she casually grabbed a piece of rice cake and put it into her mouth, chewing it carefully.

Now that she has her parents' love, her life is smooth and happy, she has money and "fists", so she doesn't necessarily need to find her blood relatives. But since she has a direction, she can also go and see. If they really can't get along, then she won't force it.

Seeing her like this, Song Jinbai asked, "Don't you want to recognize them?"

"No." Ji Nuan swallowed the rice cake in her mouth and said slowly, "I don't know the temperament of people I've never met, let alone whether I can get along with them."

Ji Nuan pouted and looked up at him.

Song Jinbai soothed him, "Don't worry. The Xu family isn't what you call...a swanky family. If you like, we can get closer to them; if not, we can just treat them as ordinary relatives. Oh, I forgot to tell you that Song Bai also brought a handwritten letter from the old Duke Xu. He sent the Xu family's old steward over, and according to the timetable, they'll be arriving at Kaiyun Mansion soon."

Ji Nuan frowned slightly. She was not mentally prepared to meet the Xu family so soon.

"Aren't we going to the North, why did the old Duke send people here?

"They probably arranged for people to set off as soon as they received the letter. They didn't even know we were going to the North."

"Oh..." Ji Nuan responded softly, as if thinking about something.

"Eat quickly, the rice porridge is getting cold."

At the same time, in Xiaofeng Villa in Beijing.

Shen Songhe slowly put down the pen in her hand and her eyes fell on the divorce letter on the table with the ink still wet.

At this moment, she felt mixed emotions, yet also very relieved.

Finally, she could finally put an end to everything with Song Zheng.

From now on, apart from her son, there will be no connection between her and Song Zheng.

She will become Shen Songhe again, and no longer the wife of Marquis Xuanwei who is given the surname Song.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and she thought to herself: "That's great, that's great."

However, there is a hint of regret mixed with the joy.

It’s a pity that her unborn daughter was unable to avenge her.

Shen Songhe reached out and gently pushed the divorce papers to the edge of the table. Her action was as if she was afraid that anything related to Song Zheng would taint her, not even this document.

"Mother Wu." she called softly.

"Madam, I'm here." Mother Wu came over.

"Take this document and have it signed by Marquis Xuanwei."

Xuanwei Hou Song Zheng soon met Mother Wu who came from Xiaofeng Villa to deliver documents.

Mother Wu respectfully presented the document. Song Zheng reached out to take the neatly folded paper, his lips unconsciously relaxing a little. However, when he saw the words "divorce letter" on the paper, the corners of his lips instantly tightened and his face darkened.

He never thought about divorcing Shen Songhe.

In his heart, even if Shen Songhe refused to forgive him, they would still be husband and wife after all.

He never expected that Shen Songhe would go to Kaiyun Mansion once and come back with a letter of divorce.

In his opinion, he just made a mistake that every man in the world might make. Is it so unforgivable?

After so many years, he felt that he had received enough punishment, but why was Shen Songhe still so determined?

He would never sign this divorce agreement.

Mother Wu looked at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose, standing upright by the side, always maintaining a proper posture.

Seeing Song Zheng staring at the divorce agreement motionlessly, she couldn't help but bow slightly and urge him, "Master, please sign it as soon as possible. I have to go back and report to the Madam."

Song Zheng was upset and threw the divorce agreement back to Mother Wu. He said coldly, "I will not sign it unless she comes to see me in person."

Who are you pretending to be affectionate for?

She really didn't want to look at it any more.

Mother Wu looked calm. She put away the documents calmly and said nothing. She just bowed politely and turned to leave.

Song Zheng originally thought that if he refused to sign the divorce agreement, there might be room for improvement. However, he never expected that before his anger had dissipated, Shen Songhe would arrive.

He appeared in front of Song Zheng so suddenly and impatiently.

She was just as beautiful and charming as when we first met, with every step seeming to touch the heart.

This was the first time she had stepped into the Marquis' Mansion since she left, but she came for a divorce.

"Songhe..."

Song Zheng looked at the person in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and there was an imperceptible tremor in his voice.

"Marquis Xuanwei, please sign and seal."

Shen Songhe looked cold and shoved the divorce papers directly in front of Song Zheng, her eyes full of determination.

Song Zheng looked at the divorce agreement in front of him, his hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turned white, and a strong urge surged in his heart, wanting to tear it to pieces.

However, he knew Shen Songhe too well. Even if he tore up this one, she would still have a second one, a third one...

"Song He," Song Zheng said, his voice low and bitter, with a hint of pleading in his eyes. "You were angry with me and insisted on moving out of the Marquis' Mansion. I've let you do that for so many years. Now Jin and Bai are married, but we've already wasted most of our lives. Can you please let go of the past, let's live a good life as a family, and stop dwelling on the mistakes I made in the past?"

A mocking smile curled up the corners of Shen Songhe's mouth, and she looked at Xuanwei Hou with cold eyes: "Song Zheng, I have made up my mind, and there is absolutely no possibility of changing it. If you continue to pester me like this, I'm afraid that in the end, I'm afraid that even this last bit of dignity will be lost."

Song Zheng's face turned pale in an instant. He thought that time would slowly heal everything and Shen Songhe would eventually forgive him.

But now, she was so determined to draw a line between herself and him.

"Songhe, does our love as husband and wife for so many years mean nothing to you?" Song Zheng's voice was choked with sobs. He stared at Shen Songhe's eyes, trying to find a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

Shen Songhe just sneered, her eyes full of mockery: "Marriage? Song Zheng, when you did those things back then, did you ever consider the love between us? Now, I just want to live for myself once."

Song Zheng's body swayed, as if Shen Songhe's words had hit him hard. He slowly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Shen Songhe, but stopped in mid-air, and finally fell down helplessly.

"Okay...I'll sign."

Song Zheng's voice was hoarse and low. He took the divorce papers with trembling hands, picked up the pen beside him, and slowly signed his name on the paper.

Shen Songhe watched Song Zheng sign without a trace of emotion in her heart.

She took the divorce papers, turned around and was about to leave.

"Song He..." Song Zheng called out from behind her, his voice filled with affection and reluctance.

Shen Songhe paused, but did not look back.

"From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other."

After that, he left without looking back.

Song Zheng looked at Shen Songhe's departing back, and felt boundless loneliness in his heart.

How could he let himself live alone?