The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

Sheng Yixuan remained silent for a long time before speaking: "These are Zijing's true feelings. Since he wants to say them, let him say them! Zijing is so smart. After saying those words, he knew he would be punished, but he still did it..."

I just didn't expect, I never expected Zijing to be so bold..."

Outside, as soon as Granny Qian's sharp and authoritative voice ended, it boomed in everyone's ears. The previously noisy crowd instantly fell silent, as if time had frozen at that moment.

The onlookers began to whisper among themselves: "What kind of severe punishment do you think that arrogant little brat will receive?" Some people curiously peeked out.

Another person chimed in with a look of disdain: "Hmph, look at her, she's quite pretty, like a lady from a respectable family."

Who could have imagined she would be so shameless and utterly devoid of any sense of propriety or shame! She even disregards her own chastity; isn't this woman a complete 'whore'?! She absolutely cannot be let off easily; she must be severely punished! I wonder what kind of upbringing she received at home?"

Another person said with great concern: "Yes, if such immoral behavior and words are not severely punished, what if unmarried young women hear these fallacies and start imitating them? The consequences would be unimaginable!"

"The morals of our world are about to be completely corrupted!" The crowd shook their heads and sighed, while staring intently at the doorway, anticipating what would happen next.

The interrogation outside continued in full swing, the atmosphere tense and oppressive. Zong Ling sat upright to one side, his face solemn, his eyes sharp as a hawk, firmly controlling the development of the entire situation.

Sheng Muling's gaze slowly swept over the shocking pool of blood on the ground, and her heart couldn't help but tremble.

The crimson color seemed to be a reflection of the pain and anger deep within her heart, something she couldn't ignore. At the same time, Yin Zijin's words kept echoing in her ears: "The husband is the head of the household; if the husband is not righteous, the wife can remarry..." These words, like sparks, ignited the courage and determination that had long been hidden in her heart.

Just then, as Zong Ling was about to interrogate Granny Li and the Imperial Preceptor Xu Run, Sheng Muling suddenly interrupted, "Please wait a moment, Your Excellency!" Her clear and loud voice instantly attracted the attention of everyone present.

Sheng Muling strode forward and said resolutely, "I want to write a letter of divorce!"

Zong Ling was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, a look of doubt appearing on his face. He asked in bewilderment, "A letter of divorce?" He clearly had not expected Sheng Muling to make such a request at this moment.

However, faced with Zong Ling's question, Sheng Muling nodded without hesitation and emphasized again, "That's right, it's a letter of divorce, a letter of divorce!" She straightened her back, her gaze fixed firmly on Zong Ling, without flinching. At this moment, she was like a flower standing proudly in a storm.

Zong Ling hurriedly said with some difficulty, "Your Highness, although you are a princess, there is no such thing as publicly divorcing your husband."

In the Great Sheng Dynasty, there was no such thing as divorce; only widowhood and suicide by death. Your actions have truly put me in a difficult position.”

Du Lin's face lit up with joy upon hearing Zong Ling's words, for he knew that no matter what, for the sake of the princess's dignity and reputation, he would not be sentenced to death. He couldn't let the princess become a widow and be branded a jinx...

Sheng Muling's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile. She slowly squatted down, extending her slender hand to gently lift a corner of her magnificent ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress). Without hesitation, she forcefully ripped a strip of snow-white fabric from the hem of her skirt.

Then, she parted her lips slightly, her pearly teeth biting her slender, delicate index finger. In an instant, bright red blood gushed out like beads, dripping onto the white cloth, resembling blooming red plum blossoms.

Sheng Muling took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and began to write furiously on the white cloth with her blood-stained fingertips. Her voice was not loud, but it was loud enough to be deafening. As she wrote, Sheng Muling read aloud: "It is said that the bond between husband and wife is deep and affectionate, and their kindness and righteousness are profound. They discuss the reasons for sharing the same bed and the joy of their union."

We were once two people of equal virtue, deeply in love and affection, two bodies and one heart. Yet, after years of marriage, we have grown apart and resentful, hence this confrontation. Our familial bond is shallow, our romantic love is nonexistent, and our lineage has ended—all because of you.

Since our hearts are no longer aligned, and it is difficult to reconcile our intentions, we must part ways. This is written here, signifying our separation and that we shall have no further connection.

Du Lin knelt on the ground nonchalantly, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, his eyes revealing a hint of contempt and disdain.

Sheng Muling gripped the letter of divorce tightly, her fingers turning white from the force. Her eyes were wide with anger as she stared intently at the man she had once loved so deeply, her heart filled with rage and despair.

Suddenly, she flung her hand, hurling the letter of divorce at Du Lin. The letter arced through the air and landed squarely on Du Lin.

"From today onwards!" Sheng Muling gritted her teeth and said, word by word, "Whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with me." As she spoke, she raised her hand and pointed at Du Lin, stubbornly refusing to let her tears fall.

“Every word on this cloth represents years of my blood and tears!” Sheng Muling said, her voice trembling. “And let this cloth be a sacrifice for our child who died before birth! May he rest in peace in heaven…”

Then, Sheng Muling turned around, straightened her clothes, and addressed the crowd outside, proclaiming loudly, "The Great Sheng Dynasty has never had the concept of divorce, but I, the Empress, have set this precedent. Everyone, listen up: 'The husband is the head of the household; if the husband is unjust, the wife may remarry, or... divorce him...'"

If your family doesn't understand or support you, then come to me. I will give you a place to stay and a skill to make a living.

"I hereby solemnly promise everyone that I will never break my word!" After saying this, Sheng Muling slightly raised her head, revealing a confident and resolute expression on her face, like a proud and strong rose standing tall in the wind.

At this moment, Sheng Muling truly resembled a princess—a princess of imposing presence and overwhelming nobility; a princess who controlled everything, unyielding and resolute; a princess at the center of a whirlpool, yet navigating it with ease. Even amidst raging storms, she remained composed and graceful.

Only in this way can a princess truly embody royal dignity, proving she is a true member of the royal bloodline, a relative of the emperor…