Marry my elder sister? Fine! I'll give you the letter of annulment and marry someone else.

Song Zhi's eyes were full of hatred.

Before he could say anything, Sun suddenly rushed over and grabbed his arm tightly, "Zhi'er, you have to help me!"

Song Zhi looked at Sun with a look of deep and insoluble disgust. She deliberately smiled maliciously, "Bang, I'm so happy that she's like this. Not to mention Song Yale, I won't care even if you, Madam Sun, become like this, I still won't care."

Sun was frightened by Song Zhi's appearance, and her facial expression changed unpredictably.

Song Zhi pried her fingers apart one by one, pushed her away and left.

Sun was stunned in place. When she came to her senses and was about to chase him again, Song Yang said from behind, "I will have the servants deliver the divorce papers later. Don't worry, you have given birth to a son and a daughter for me. I will not treat you unfairly."

Sun's eyes suddenly widened. "At this critical moment, you actually asked for a divorce from me."

Song Yang had a blank expression on his face. "It's precisely because of this critical moment that I'm afraid that not getting a divorce will implicate the Song family. After the divorce, whatever you do will have nothing to do with the Song family."

Sun bit her lip tightly. "Aren't you afraid of losing face? Song Yang, you're already old and you're talking about divorce. Where can you put your face?"

Song Yang said: "You don't need to worry about this."

He showed his attitude with practical actions and was about to leave after saying that.

Just as I reached the door, I heard a "thump" sound behind me.

Song Yang turned around and saw Sun kneeling on the ground with tears in her eyes. She said, "Ya Le is the only blood of my Sun family. I can't ignore her."

Her voice was filled with a desperate determination. She took a deep breath as if to encourage herself, "You can divorce me, but I have one condition: revenge for Yale."

Song Yang looked at her disappointedly, "So even if I want a divorce, you won't shed a single tear for me, right?"

Sun ignored this question and insisted, "Only if you agree to this condition will I agree to a divorce."

Song Yang laughed at himself and said to himself, "How ridiculous! I respected and loved you so much that I never had a concubine in all these years because I was afraid you would be wronged. It turns out that in your eyes, our relationship and friendship are just bargaining chips to help your niece."

Sun shook her head and continued to emphasize, "I have no other choice. Yale is the only blood of my Sun family. If I don't help her, no one else will."

Song Yang was so disappointed that he finally tried to persuade her, "Bloodline, bloodline, do you really have to sacrifice yourself for her?"

"If the Sun family has no descendants, I will not be able to see my ancestors even if I die. Master, for the sake of our years of friendship, please help us. I will make sure Yale is filial to you in the future."

At this moment, Song Yang suddenly felt relieved, "I don't need her to be filial, I have my own daughter."

"After the divorce, whether you live or die, I won't ask a single question."

“As for Anya Song, I won’t help, and I can’t help.”

The scorching sun at noon became increasingly fierce, with waves of heat blowing in our faces.

Song Yang was walking alone on the street when he saw a busy and sweaty man standing behind a snack shop. His whole body was red from the heat and his sweat shirt was already wet.

Maybe business was unusually good today, so he was so busy that he couldn't stop.

Not far away, a woman with ordinary looks but a bright smile was greeting guests.

She was dressed simply and was very skillful. After greeting the guests, she walked over to the man, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with concern.

Song Yang heard the woman say, "My husband, it's too hot. I won't sell this bowl after I finish it."

The man chuckled foolishly, "That won't do. Last time, you fell in love with a pearl hairpin but couldn't bear to buy it. Business is so good today, let's go buy it for you after we close the stall."

The woman smiled shyly and lowered her head in embarrassment. "Who... who said I like it? Such expensive things must be worn by the ladies of the royal family. For ordinary people like us, this kind of wooden hairpin is most suitable."

The man's face was full of love, "My lady is the most beautiful in the world. She looks more suitable than those officials' daughters when she wears it."

"You're talking nonsense. You have to rest today anyway. You've lost weight recently."

The two of them were talking and laughing, and the man didn't stop working, and made another bowl in a blink of an eye.

While the woman was serving the food to the customer, the man turned his wrist tiredly, but when the woman turned around to look at him, he quickly stood up and smiled.

Song Yang was moved by this heartwarming scene. He unconsciously walked up to the man and took out a silver ingot and said, "You have such a good wife. Cherish her well. Don't let her get sunburned. Go back and rest early."

The man was startled by Song Yang's sudden action and did not take the silver. He asked defensively, "Do you know my wife?"

"do not know."

"Then why are you giving me money?"

Song Yang moved his lips but didn't say anything. He knew that his actions were indeed a bit presumptuous, so he put the silver on the table and said, "Just think of it as me doing good deeds."

After saying that, he turned around and left dejectedly.

The man picked up the silver and was about to chase after him, but a guest beside him reminded him, "You've just arrived in the capital doing business, so you don't know him. This is the Minister of the Imperial Court. You don't know his wife, hiss..."

The diner had an indescribable expression on his face. "So he must be envious of you having such a virtuous wife."

The man looked at the silver in his hand silently, then looked at Song Yang's back, and started to chase after him.

"Sir, if you do good deeds, you can donate the money to the charity. I have hands and feet and can earn money to support my family."

Song Yang was surprised at the man's honesty. "This ingot of silver can save you a lot of hard work."

The man said, "Sir, we are just of low status, not spineless."

After a pause, he continued, "Everyone has their own way of living. A forced melon is not sweet. Try to be more open-minded about everything and don't take people who are not worth it to heart."

The man returned the silver to Song Yang with a serious tone, then trotted back to continue working.

Song Yang stood there for a long time, his eyes moist as he stared at the silver in his hand.

Finally, he let out a long sigh, relaxed his frown, and rushed home.

Soon, he wrote the divorce letter and handed it to Sun.

Upon learning that Song Yang had indeed sent out the divorce letter, Song Zhi went to visit the lost old man.

"Dad, cry if you want to."

Song Yang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Is your father such a fragile person?"

Song Zhi thought about it and nodded seriously, "Yes."

Song Yang pursed his lips. "Now that you mention it, I feel a little uncomfortable. I'm sorry, Zhi'er. It took so long for me to divorce her because of my indecision."

Song Zhi walked over and patted the old man on the shoulder. "If all else fails, just bring back a few concubines. As long as you don't give birth to a few sons to divide the family property with me, I promise to be polite to those concubines."

"My daughter, you are so filial."

"Daddy, you are very kind too."

With Song Zhi's jokes, Song Yang felt much better.

Fearing that Sun would continue to do things under his name, he ordered people to immediately spread the news of the divorce, for fear of being involved with Sun again.