Lin Daiyu's Rebirth

Yanzhi's heart suddenly tightened, and the steward's words kept echoing in her ears: "You must be careful of Lin Daiyu, she is the prince's favorite!"

No wonder Miss Tong wants to leave. This man only has one person in his heart. Even if you have possessed him by dishonorable means, he is still thinking about Lin Daiyu!

She cried out in mock anger:

"Yu'er, Yu'er, you only have Lin Daiyu in your heart!

In this case, there is nothing more to say between us. Your Majesty, please give me the divorce letter!

I am innocent and alone, why should I be trapped in this cage? "

When the prince heard this, he was shocked. He then realized that the person he had just had sex with was the first wife, not Yu'er, whom he had been thinking about.

He looked at Yanzhi's resolute expression, with some panic in his eyes.

If he really asked Bijun to divorce him, not only would it bring shame to both of them, but the old lady of the Tong Mansion had just passed away, and she was still young. If it was made public at this time, it would probably cause an uproar, and even the entire court would know about it.

The prince sighed helplessly and coaxed softly:

"Bijun, the old lady just left and the child is still young. Let's both give in. Just stay and stop making trouble."

However, Yanzhi remained unmoved. Her face still had that cold expression as she said calmly:

"Stay? What will happen if I stay?

Do you want me to be like a shameful person, stuck between you and that Lin Daiyu, staying in this palace without any status or position?"

Forget it, Your Majesty, my love for you is enough. I gave you my virginity twice!

Now, it’s fate!”

After Yanzhi finished speaking, she resolutely took out a pair of sharp scissors from the table. With a flash of cold light, she raised the scissors without hesitation and cut towards the black hair that looked like a waterfall.

With a crisp "click", the strand of black and shiny hair fell off, like a kite with a broken string.

Yanzhi bent down and picked up a strand of hair, held it carefully in her palm, walked to the prince, and handed the hair to him.

"This life of love is over, let's say goodbye!"

Although Yanzhi's voice was calm, it contained endless sadness and determination.

When the prince saw this, his heart suddenly tightened. Without thinking too much, he rushed forward and hugged Yanzhi tightly.

The two bodies hugged each other tightly, as if time had frozen at this moment.

After a long time, the prince slowly spoke:

"Bijun, listen to me. I'll send someone to take you back first. Before the New Year, I'll definitely bring you back in style and dignity!"

Hearing the prince's words, Yanzhi's originally tense body finally relaxed. She raised her head, looked at the prince with tearful eyes, and asked softly:

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, you must not regret it.

Once these days are over, we can stay together forever!"

Only then did a smile appear on Yanzhi's face.

She gently took the prince's hand and kissed it tenderly, then turned and walked to the table and carefully braided the cut strand of hair into a bracelet.

Then, she took out a small and exquisite concentric jade pendant from her bosom, tied it on the bracelet, and gave it to the prince.

Just like that, Yanzhi slowly walked out of the room under the prince's gaze.

Every three steps she took, she would turn around and look at the prince.

However, when she walked to the door and was about to push it open, she suddenly seemed to remember something and hurriedly turned back into the room.

She walked quickly to the prince's side, stood on tiptoe, gently kissed the prince's earlobe, and said softly:

"Your Majesty, you are even more powerful than before!"

After saying this, a blush appeared on her face, and she hurried out of the room like a frightened deer.

The prince looked at Yanzhi's back and always felt that she was weird. She looked like the eldest wife, but also had a little girl's coquettishness. However, he couldn't tell what was wrong!

However, he clearly remembered that the person in his arms was Daiyu!

I fell asleep in a daze.

Daiyu hugged her legs tightly with both hands, curled up on the bed in despair. She was like a fool, mumbling softly: "

Zijuan, what do you think they are doing right now? Are they on edge, or are they counting the number of mandarin ducks in bed?